In honor of upcoming Father’s Day, Ellison has started saying “dada.” This pleases Not So to no end, even though the “dada” is entirely non-specific. He’s dada, I’m dada, the toys are dada…modifiers, descriptions, conjugations, all are da da. It is a veritable dada party over here.
It’s all very dada.
Of course, Happy Fun Baby also says mama. Or, more specifically: he wails “mama.” It’s his default noise when he’s upset (has been since he was born). Any time there’s something wrong he lets loose with a miserable “Maaaaaaaaa!”
So, to recap: dada = happy, mama = tragic. Sigh.
Good thing they’re so cute…
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