Every morning when I go into her room, she starts singing about 'da-da.' It's the sweetest sound, always like a song. I only wish 'ma-ma' came out the same way. If she's saying my name, it is part of a whine because she isn't happy about something!
As Nick was cleaning off the walkway to our front door, Essie was watching him, calling his name, the whole time.
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