All that comes with it

A baby’s first words are funny things. I have it from reliable sources that my own was “more” - a rather telling insight into my future gluttony. Even more revealing was my brothers first word: “mirror”, which in turn was closely followed by his second, third, and forth words - “Heyyy, lookin’ good!”

Evan’s first word is “ta” (A British word meaning thank you for all you non English speakers). He has other forms of communication of course, a chortling “hur hur hur” when he sees something he want’s to eat, an outraged “Bah!” when his sister snatches his toys off him for the bazzilionth time, and a weird baby crocodile like noise that means… well I’m not sure what it means, but he does it a lot so it must mean something.

Sure his first word could have been more heartwarming (”Daddy”), informative (”hungry”), or controversial (”Mark Hamill sucks chives”). But “ta” is pretty good. It’s polite, short, and to the point, and won’t be an embarrassment to him in later years (Kerry’s first word was “wobblebottom” unfortunately).

What’s more, when taking him to high class restaurants we will be sure to receive admiring glances from our fellow diners, who will talk in hushed voices about what a delightfully well mannered young man he is. Oh yes, a true social sophisticate.