I push Rebekah into the entry way and say to her, "LOOK at that mess!"
She, still in her stroller with the "mess" right in front of her now, replies very slowly and distinctly: "Da-dih-dih."
I smiled ear to ear. "Yes, Rebekah, that's right! Dad did it."
Don was in the living room in the black lazy-boy chair, and therefore was close enough to hear. His back was towards us, so I couldn't see, but I just know he was smiling too. I think he muttered something about how he was going to hear that for the rest of his life....
I suppose Rebekah WillaMay is too young for a first sentence, but to me it will always be, "Dad did it."







