I must preface this short story with the following: Ella says ONE word, and that one word is “mama.” Of course there is no better one-and-only word to have in your repertoire, so I am content to hear her say mama and nothing else. However, she does call her father Mama, which is annoying, too. We have tried to get her to say dada, with no luck. Now on to the story…
After the kids went to school today, Ella and I had a couple hours to burn here at the house, so we got out the potato head and put together the crazy fellow you see here. In the past, Ella has not taken notice of the fact that there is an actual face on the potato. But that all changed this morning. When I was done creating my masterpiece potato face for her, I showed it to her. It was like a lightbulb went off in her precious little noggin, and she smiled and said “Daddy.” No, I’m not kidding.
Of course I laughed and told her how smart she is (is that so wrong?) and pinched her little cheeks. And I couldn’t wait to get this posted so that Daddy could read it. Is that so wrong?
Smile Daddy! I love you!