Sitting in the Vegas airport waiting for our 1:35 flight home by way of Chicago. There are people playing the slots, the Wheel of Fortune slots. Oh, the misery.
Fin is entertaining us with kicks and gurgles and, so help me, little bleats that sound decidedly like, Mama!”
Could it be?
We’ll see, odds are we’ll walk in the house and she’ll say declaratively, “Dada,” for now though, I am hearing “mama” and I love it.