Funny thing happened yesterday...

While we (here read: Paul) were putting together our new dining room table, Lana was calling "Daddy!... Daddy!... Daddy!... Daddy!". Well, Paul being occupied with the table didn't answer her and she started saying "Paul!... Paul!... Paul!". We both looked at her and questioned whether we had heard correctly. Sure enough, moments later she said it again. What made it really funny was that she says it the same way I say it when Paul isn't paying attention to me. I'm scared to hear what else she might pick up in the future.