Kitty keeps saying "Dada". Not in reference to me in any way. But she says it in the cutest baby-talk voice you've ever heard. And it is as if she has tied a string to my heart and tugs it every time she says anything.
Dammit I love our little ones so much.
I was well into my toddling stage before I began to recognise any form of cultural phenomena, so for her to be able to recognise and converse on Dadaism is particulalry impressive.
If she wants to chat about the Cabaret Voltaire or Nouveau Realisme, you have my number.