In what will go down as one of the greatest moments of my life, Jonathan called me "Dada" for the first time ever last week. In a rare role reversal, I was at home while Carolyn and the kids were away. I heard them return from the grocery store and coming down our back stairs. I opened the door to see Carolyn holding Jonathan's hand as they walked down. Jonathan looked up from staring at his feet (walking downstairs can be tricky you know), pointed with his free hand and said, "Dada." It was perfect.