Your son/daughter says their first word:
ETHAN:
You had just eaten dinner and now you were cleaning the dishes. Your husband, Ethan had gone to the restroom and your 11-month-old daughter was still eating in her high chair. You were in the middle of cleaning a plate when Ethan walked in and started rinsing for you. "Look how beautiful she is," Ethan mutters, staring at the tiny girl on the other side of the counter. Her face was covered in ketchup and she had a wide smile on her face, showing off what teeth she had. "I agree. We did amazing." You say, pecking his cheek. You were very lucky to have both Ethan and your daughter. Without them, your life would be a mess. "Who's daddy's girl?" Ethan coos once he notices that she was staring at him intently. Her face broke into a crooked grin as she babbled. He continued talking with her as you two washed and rinsed. Just as you were about to start the dishwasher your daughter piped up, "Dada!" She squealed. Both you and Ethan froze what you were doing and stared over at her with wide eyes. "Did she just say what I think she said?" You ask, looking over at Ethan who was still concentrated on her with his huge doe-like eyes. Not being sure of what you heard, you carried on with your night, listening carefully in case she decided to speak again.
Later that night you were laying in bed with Ethan, your Princess in the middle while you watched a random show on HGTV. Ethan was squishing her cheeks and making faces at her to make her laugh. You thought nothing of it since it was a nightly thing. That was until she blurted out the word, "Dada." once again. Ethans motions stopped as his head snapped upward to look at you. He was grinning from ear to ear. "She said, Dada. That's me!" He pipes excitedly, pointing at himself. He then spent the remainder of the night trying to make her say it again and again until both of them fell asleep beside you.
GRAYSON:
It was a beautiful summer day and to your surprise, it wasn't blistering hot outside so you decided to have a family day at home. Grayson wanted to BBQ, so you sat in the pool with your son. He splashed happily in his floatie while you watched your soon to be husband flip hotdogs. Nothing in the world made you happier than being with your two favorite boys.
Grayson was taking the hot dogs off the grill when he dropped one. "Shit," he mumbles, barely audibly, bending over to pick it up. You rolled your eyes and laughed. "Shit!" A tinier voice repeats, startling you. Both of you turned to look at your son who had never really formed a complete word before. "Did he just say-" Before Grayson could finish his sentence your little Prince said it again. You covered his mouth lightly and look at Grayson in utter shock. "Out of all of the words you could have taught him, it had to be that one?" You laugh, still holding your hand over his mouth as he stuck his tongue out to lick your fingers. "I'm sorry..." Grayson mumbles, heat rising to his cheeks, throwing the hot dog into the trash. Your son spent the rest of the day saying the short four-letter word over and over.
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- RENEE (:
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