Today, Fiona and I went to visit her dad, "at the office". As we were approaching his building, she points out the car window a block away, and says over and over again, "dada...dada...dada". It was amazing. I had no idea that she knew what his office building looked like, let alone recognizing it as where "dada" is.
"Dada", took a 15 minute break to walk to the neighborhood grocery with us to get some grapes for Fiona.
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Too bad she still calls us both 'dada'...
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