So, today, while my wife is out running errands, I’m hanging out with my boy; just two guys chillin’, drinking beers, checking out chicks, you know how it goes. Suddenly, he starts repeating over and over “ma ma ma ma ma ma”. I’m sure the look on my face was utter disbelief, but he just smiled up at me and laughed. Gotta love this kid.
Since this would technically be the first word he every truly uttered, I was trying to get him to say it again to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. I coaxed him a little and sure enough, “ma ma ma ma”. Even though I’m not Mama, I was stoked that he was spoke his first real word but bummed that she didn’t get to hear it.
Jump ahead several hours, I’m at my computer working, she’s in the kitchen making dinner and A-Train, hanging out on the floor between us, says it again. Excited, I looked into the kitchen to get her attention.
“Did you hear that babe? He said ‘Mama’.”
“Oh yeah, I taught him that earlier today.”
Yes, that’s me, at the back of the line again.