Dash is learning about personal property. He walks around the house pointing out random objects and naming their owner: boxers in the laundry, "Daddy;" espadrille wedges, "Mommy;" nana blanket, "Dash." And so on.
The other day my Mother was sitting for us when he happened upon a wine cork that one of the cats must have stolen off the counter. He held it up proudly to his Baba and declared: "MOMMY!"
Goddamn right, son. Goddamn right.
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