Thing Two is learning how to talk. He is learning very differently from his big brother, whose first words were 'ball', 'duck', 'banana', 'Mummy', you know the kind of thing.
Thing Two says 'Batman'. He says 'Gaga' (meaning Lady Gaga, of course) and sings a passable rendition of Bad Romance. He roars like a dinosaur. He says "Oh man" if something goes wrong. He says 'cheers' and clinks his Tommy Tippee beaker against my mug. He even says "sit down" quite sternly to himself when he's balancing on top of something, like his high chair, or the back of the sofa, or the high slide in the park. He also says 'Daddy' and 'Grandad'. But he won't say 'Mummy'.
Until this morning. When I was changing his nappy he looked up at me and said, beautifully, clearly, 'Mama'.
HOORAY! My work here is done.
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