His Words
"UH-oh" he says when I call out his name.
"uh-oh" he replies when I say it again.
"Mama" is what I hear when it's something he wants,
And fights 'till the end 'cause he knows he can win.
"dada" comes home,
"Dada" is the phone,
And most everything else at this point.
Spoiled rotten is this boy
That I spend my days with.
Everyone says he's such a good baby,
If they only knew it was a myth!
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