[ no, mako, the kid was clearly trying to say turkey tetrazzini, but raleigh let's that slide. it's the hours on end that he spends with little yancy that's made him as fluent in baby talk as he is; mako works, and has to deal with actual humans, where as the most raleigh ever has to deal with are nosy moms at mommy-and-me class, and they at least revere him from a distance.
yancy's got the phone in his own hand, holding it to his head in a very good imitation of what he's seen mako do, and raleigh's smiling and poking his son in the stomach a couple times over again. yancy seems torn between giggling and chattering, lighting up at the word mama and wiggling excitedly as he stares at his dad, who wiggles excitedly in return.
he lets that continue for thirty seconds before reaching out his hand and asking: ] Can Daddy talk to Mommy, too?
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yancy's got the phone in his own hand, holding it to his head in a very good imitation of what he's seen mako do, and raleigh's smiling and poking his son in the stomach a couple times over again. yancy seems torn between giggling and chattering, lighting up at the word mama and wiggling excitedly as he stares at his dad, who wiggles excitedly in return.
he lets that continue for thirty seconds before reaching out his hand and asking: ] Can Daddy talk to Mommy, too?