For those of you who have come in from Google searching for surrealist literature, you’re in for a disappointment, because all the title of this post refers to was the monumental (for me anyway) occaision that my daughter Mali uttered these magic words for the first time.  Sure we’ve had baba for a week or so now, but this was a definite “duh” sound.

Stuff like this really makes exhausting Sundays with my daughter rewarding.  Sure I’ve had to pick up my entire DVD collection off the floor after it was pulled off the shelf, a dipping sauce bowl full of yummy jalepino sauce got smashed, she complained the second she got brought in out of the boiling March sun, and she just spent 20 minutes mooing at us when she got overtired and wanted to play with the stereo instead of going to bed, but her personality is generally so sweet that it’s impossible to get too annoyed with her.  Another development thing is that she’s finally figured out that buttons are best pressed with the index finger and not the palm of the hand.

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