Lyla woke up at 5:00 this morning. She was nice enough to read a magazine while I dozed.
For some reason, the word Dada has evolved into a vaguely southern-sounding Daya-Daya.
"Ah need moh Teeyos, Daya-Daya."
"You need more Cheerios, what?"
"Peez. Moh Teeyos, Daya-Daya."
In other news, check out my sweet ride.
It's a 2008 Subaru Outback, and it has heated leather seats. With all of Julie's amniotic unpredictability, would it be rude if I requested that she sit on small stack of towels?
You don't need to answer that; I know the answer.
Hey, maybe Daya-Daya is supposed to be Australian. You know, like Outback? Clearly the child operates on an elevated mental plane.
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