Mia calls almost every man she sees "dada." At first I thought she was actually seeing some resemblance between Chris and, say, a young Paul Simon. I've realized though, that with her limited vocabulary anybody she doesn't know is either a baby, a mama or a dada. She has no word for older children, just gives them a befuddled look and moves on to something she can identify. It does give me an occasional laugh, though. I was pretty amused when she found a bookmark in my nightstand and christened the figures "mama" and "dada":
And then there's this picture of "dada" from a refrigerator magnet. She likes to give this one high fives, too.
My favorite, though, was definitely yesterday when someone left an ad for some ridiculous upcoming exhibition on our door and I brought it in and gave it to Mia to color on. Meet Mia's new dada.
Looks an awful lot like Chris, doesn't he?
(This picture hangs in out living room, and Mia likes to share her snacks with Dada. Please ignore any resultant fingerprints or graham cracker crumbs. Also, my reflection.)
(Also, he did it again. I am still taking suggestions for appropriate vengeance.)