Say it with me...Dada...D A D A

A conversation with Drew:

Drew: Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama

Me: Yes, my sunshine? What can I do for you?

Drew: (smile) Mama.

Me: Yes, darling?

Drew: (frown) Mama. Mama. Mama! Mama! Mama! MAMA! MAMA!

Me: OK Drew...what is it?

Drew: (pointing off into space) MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!

Me: For the love of...Drew...what, already? What?

Drew: Mama. MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!

Me: What for chrissake? What? Say something else! Something that resembles ANYTHING that might be even REMOTELY similar to what you want!

Drew: (long pause)

Mama?

Me: (frantically) I'll bet Dada can help you with it! Let's ask Dada! Say it with me! DA - DA. DA - DA.

Drew: (giggle, which rapidly turns to discontent)

Mama! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!

Charles: Heh. I think he wants you to do it, whatever it is.

Me: Oh really? Do you really think that? do you? HUH MR. SMARTY, DO YOU REALLY?

Drew: (in the background, ceaselessly) mama mama mama mama mama mama mama mama