Ugh. Three females in the house with colds. Ugh.
And, in the irony of all ironies (can you even have more than one irony?), it appears that the first word Story is going to say is the orange cat’s name. Keep in mind the orange cat is my nemesis in this household. We can’t really tell if she is saying his name or just mumbling…sort of like me when I work late Fridays.
At any rate, I have intensified my efforts to have the girls say “papa”. Towards that end I have hired a tutor to come into the house for two hours a day, three times a week. I am pretty keen on having “papa” be their first word.