everyday with my son

Small stories of how it all went along


I was downstairs vacuuming the car and you were on the balcony with your mum. You keep on calling “dada!” “dada!” and I keep on answering “Why?”  “Yes, Kenzo?” it is a barrage  of calling and answering that lasted for a few minutes. I didn’t get irritated (why should I?). I find it sweet and I know as you get older calling me would be lesser and lesser. You will learn to be  independent, you will solve your own problems and hurdle life on your own etc…

But That is getting way, way, way ahead.

For the meantime, I cherished the fact that—-  I AM DADA.


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  1. You really make it seem so easy with your presentation but I find this topic to be really something which I think I would never understand. It seems too complicated and very broad for me. I’m looking forward for your next post, I’ll try to get the hang of it!

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