Isha is stuck on me like "white on rice" ... that's what Randy is calling this phase. No matter where I turn, there is little Isha, pushing me around so that I would pick her up and carry her ... she likes her freedom of walking, only as long as it is followed by her Mama a few inches behind her ... when she sees mama walking 5 steps away, she is right there saying, "Mama" or she forgets and calls me "Papa" ... Best yet, as Randy was trying to correct her, by saying "Papa" pointing to himself, "Mama" pointing to me, and "Isha" pointing to Isha ... it was Isha's turn ... so, she looked at me and called "Mapa" ... what do you do with that other than pick her up and smile?
Happy Birthday Daddy.
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