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Michael (11 months old):
It had been almost a year since you, Michael Clifford's baby sister, were born, and you had not yet said your first word. Your family was beginning to wonder if you were deaf, or you had a learning/processing disability.
One day, Michael had the boys over while he was watching you. "Say 'Calum', princess! Say 'Calum'! C'mon Y/N," Calum cooed to you, trying to tickle some words out of you. You just gargled happily and kicked your footie-pajama covered feet up in the air.
The boys each took turns trying to get you to say their own names. When Michael walked up, he picked you up out of your bouncy chair and squeezed you softly. You squealed happily, and waved your fists in the air in glee.
"Might as well give up, Mike. She hasn't said a peep," Luke says, sighing. Michael shook his head, not giving up. You laughed as you saw Michael's currently red hair wave back and forth. With a kick of your feet, you screamed, "MIKE!"
Michael turned his head to you, surprised and overjoyed. "Ha! Suck it, boys!" he says, triumphant. "Suck it!" you repeat, smiling at your older brother. "No, no, no, not that, baby!" Michael pleads with you. Needless to say, your parents were not happy with Michael when you told them those words, but they were glad that Michael's name was your first word.
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