As I'm sure happens all too often, my son's first word was Da Da. Except that not only did he call his father Da Da, but he called me Da Da as well! It took at least a month of reminding him that I was, in fact, Ma Ma before he caught on. This was definitely a story to become a scrapbook layout.
So today, I present to you "The Boy Who Called Me Da Da".
I'm happy to report that I have never been confused with Da Da (or Daddy, as he now says) since last summer. I relish being called Ma Ma and Mommy. Its the best name in the world! :)