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When a baby says their first words, it is a truly magical moment for its parents.

Whether it's mama, dadda, or something completely different, that moment will be cherished

for life.

However, this baby's first words are actually more terrifying than they are amazing.

Welcome back to another episode of Freaky Friday.

My baby's first words have left me totally paranoid.

I know it's cliche, but ever since Edward was born, I've wanted him to say, dadda.

Dadd, daddy, or even par would all be great too.

Any or all of the above.

I don't know when my obsession started.

It was probably around the time that Eddie rocketed out of the birth canal.

Something about your first child changes you in the head, I guess.

Here I was, thinking about football, getting an oil change and what was for dinner.

Then, less than 24 hours later, I'm coming home with Hannah and a brand new little human

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