The other night I asked Max to identify different animals, shapes and objects, and he'd repeatedly point correctly. Occasionally, he'd utter the corresponding word. "Du" for "duck." "Ball-ball" for "ball." "Brrrroom-brrrroom" for car. I'd cuddled and read and played with him for a while and grew increasingly impressed with his intelligence--as only a mother can do.
Proud, I had him show his father. He was marvelous again.
I hugged him and asked, "How did you get to be so smart?"
He smiled proudly. "My dada."
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