Lilian,
This morning I got you dressed in your ‘real shoes’ – not your normal slipper/boots with hopes to encourage you to feel more stable in pre-walking. I then brought you in to say good morning to Dad.
Dad said: Are those your shoes Lili? Shoes. Shoes. (point point) Are those your SHOES?
I nodded along furiously beside him with big wide eyes.
You took one long look at me…you then took one long look at Dad…and then with your finger pointed down at your shoes looked back up saying in a tone that can only be described as ‘duh’ said:
“Shoes Dada”
Duh
