D was away Tuesday to Friday night.
On Saturday morning, Zoe woke up and started babbling.
And then, it popped out: Papa.
Her new favourite word. She hasn't stopped Papa-ing.
So at six months, Zoe has mastered the art of melting her father's heart.
Saturday, November 4, 2006
First word
IT doesn't matter if you carry them for nine months, clean their poo and puke, painstakingly breastfeed them... they are always going to say Papa first.
D was away Tuesday to Friday night.
On Saturday morning, Zoe woke up and started babbling.
And then, it popped out: Papa.
Her new favourite word. She hasn't stopped Papa-ing.
So at six months, Zoe has mastered the art of melting her father's heart.
"The car keys please, Dad. And the autumn collection of Chanel."
D was away Tuesday to Friday night.
On Saturday morning, Zoe woke up and started babbling.
And then, it popped out: Papa.
Her new favourite word. She hasn't stopped Papa-ing.
So at six months, Zoe has mastered the art of melting her father's heart.
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