Mama

Once upon a time, Baby J was unable to utter the word "mama." Everything and everyone was "dada" and it drove my wife crazy. "I wish you'd say 'mama,'" she bemoaned to our baby.

I think we chalked it up to the fact that I spend so much time with Baby J as a stay-at-home dad. But that was then. Now that Baby J has learned to say "mama," she hardly says anything else. When she's hurt, she calls for mama. When she's unhappy, only mama will do. It's like she forgot all about dada.

So to all you mamas out there, be careful what you wish for.