I walk into Cub's room to get him in the morning. "Dadda!"
Bailey barks at a bird. "Dadda!"
I change Cub's diaper. "Dadda!"
Cub takes a drink of milk. "Dadda!"
I tell Cub it's time to get in the car. "Dadda!"
I tell Cub nigh-night. "Nigh-night Dadda!"
Naturally, my husband is on cloud nine with all of this. He loves Cub and he loves that he's Cub's rock star. It's very cute, obviously.
But, you know. One of these days I'd love to see Cub in the morning and have him say "MAMA!!" He can say the word, trust me. But, what's the point?
Dadda is obviously way cooler than Mama.