So, I think the baby boy said his first word last week while we were out to dinner with my parents in Georgia. We were at Red Robin- an appropriate enough place for a first word, I suppose.
Earlier in the week, we'd been mocking each other. He would give me an evil, "HA... Ha... HA..." laugh. I would respond in kind. He would echo.
So at Red Robin, I handed him a big, fat, hot french fry. I looked him square in the eye and said, "it's HOT!"
He looked straight at me and said, "HO-!" (no, not like Santa, like 'HOT' without the 'T' sound)
That's right. He was talking about me. You might think he was just starting his mock laughter with me again. You might even think he was echoing my observation that, indeed, the french fry was hot. But you'd be wrong. I saw it in his eye. What he meant was, "No, Mom... YOU'RE HOT!"
I know, son... I know....