I’m pretty sure that my daughter just looked at me and said, “Becca”.
THAT’S MY NAME.
Now, I was the only one around to hear it,
and yeah, there’s that whole,
she doesn’t know how to talk, yet, thing,
but I swear,
she looked at me,
smack in the eyes,
and called me by my name.
It’s not “Mama”, but I’ll take it!