Jonah has been picking up a lot of words recently. It seems like everything we’ve been saying recently he repeats.
But he’s never said his name.
Tonight, I asked him, “Who’s this?” as I pointed at his chest. “What’s your name?”
He thought for a second, cocked his head to the side. Then he said, “Jo-né.”
I try not to be the worst “look at my kid, he’s so smart” dad. But let me tell you–at that second, I was pretty dang proud.
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Jonah
Jonah has been picking up a lot of words recently. It seems like everything we’ve been saying recently he repeats.
But he’s never said his name.
Tonight, I asked him, “Who’s this?” as I pointed at his chest. “What’s your name?”
He thought for a second, cocked his head to the side. Then he said, “Jo-né.”
I try not to be the worst “look at my kid, he’s so smart” dad. But let me tell you–at that second, I was pretty dang proud.