But as he's started to make more sounds and, now, words, I've once again been trying to get him to say, "Mama."
And do you know what that little devil does when I ask him to do so? He smiles widely and says, "Daddy, daddy!" Because, you know, he's been able to say Daddy practically since birth.
(As a side note, what is with this paternal conspiracy? I carry the boy inside me for nearly a year, breastfeed him for more than that and spend every waking moment catering to his needs and all I ever hear from other people is, "Oh, my, isn't he the spitting image of CPT Dick!" and "He's a Daddy's boy, all right." And then with the boy himself only saying, "Daddy." It's just so wrong).
But yesterday, CPT Dick called home from the field. Munchkin spent most of the day asking for the man -- pointing at pictures of CPT Dick and saying, "Daddy," and then saying "Daddy?" every time I used the phone. I know CPT Dick is missing his son and missing so much of what Munchkin is doing these days so I put the speaker phone on and called Munchkin over.
"Munchkin, it's Daddy! Say, 'Hi, Daddy!'"
"Munchkin, don't you want to say hi to Daddy? Daddy misses you! Say, 'Hi, Daddy!'"
"I don't understand it. He's been saying Daddy all day. Let me try one more time. Munchkin, say, 'Hi, Daddy!' C'mon now, say, 'Hi, Daddy!'"
And then Munchkin smiles widely and says, "Mommy, Mommy! Hi, Mommy!"
CPT Dick thinks I paid the kid off. If I had known that I could have done so to set up such a situation, the kid would have been rolling in greenbacks and Elmo-themed paraphernalia months ago.
3 comments:
Oh, that is SOOOO good!!! Believe me, the Daddy thing also happens with daughters. (Like all four of our daughters!) Soooo not fair. Sigh. Good to know there is still hope. :)
Priceless! gotta love it. . . . Munchkin the contrarian.
Priceless.
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