The night we returned from Indiana, I called down to Jim to have him bring something up, as I was getting Matthew ready for bed. "Jim? Will you bring up his cup?" Matthew was on the diaper table and got this very serious look on his face. (Not unusual for him.) He thought and thought, and shouted, "Jeeeeeem? Jeeeeeeem?"
I now realize, I'm going to have to transition from "Jim" to "Dada", "Dad", or "Daddy" on all occasions. Since that night, I've done it twice more, and every time, Matthew seriously calls for "Jeeeeeeem?" What a riot! Wish I had a picture of his furrowed brow.
1 comment:
It is a funny thing when you realize that your DADA actually has a name like you do. Too Funny!!
Aunt Batsee
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