Yesterday I washed the van while the kids were in it. I was doing my part to encourage it to rain. Alas, no luck. Before the wash, I gassed up and while I was doing that, I heard shouting from inside. Someone was yelling something like 'daddy'. I peered through the very dirty windows and put a finger over my lips to DF, in the 'quiet' sign. Then I noticed LL's smiling face and gave him a smile in return and a wave.
After the pump was done I went inside and paid for the car wash. When I got back to the van, both Relia and DF told me that it was LL who was shouting 'Da-da!'. He did so again, just to convince me that it wasn't a fluke.
We're tough judgers of words here. Before we credit a new word to one of our kids, we need it to be clear and in context. No accidental ones for us! This time he passed the test. Da-da indeed.
(Of course I could have done without the honor the middle of last night when he woke up and screamed it until I came to settle him...)