All the tongue twisting had a purpose. The next day, a bunch of new sounds started coming out of his mouth. Ma...da...numnerdablpla. So exciting! Off camera, he said ma ma. Not mama. Ma space ma. Just a repeated syllable, not my name. Then he threw in a "da da" or two. No "ma ma" for the camera, but a little "da da". Figures.
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