Very early on, when Brady was first learning to make sounds, he said mama before he said Dada. This is rare, I know, and so I was very pleased. Somewhere along the way, he decided that he never wanted to say mama again and I hadn't heard it for months and months. It was always about Dada! Tonight I served the boys some pasta and a vegetable. For some reason, I was moved to make them a small piece of buttered bread, something that I have never included as a part of this meal. It must have been good. Brady took one bite of the buttery piece of sourdough toast and as his eyes widened in delight, he licked his lips and said "Mama!"
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