At Last, the Meaning Behind Da-Doo

So, Anson has been saying "Da-DOO!" for months.

I have awoken many times to him babbling "da-doo da-doo da-doo". Since he was into the "da da da da da da"s for a few months, and those "da da"s were often the word he uses for Joe, we assumed that "Da-doo" was yet another word for Joe. Perhaps a variation of my "Daddy-O!" Sometimes, when I'll say "Daddy-O", Anson will reply with an enthusiastic "Da-Doo!". Anson sure likes his Daddy!

But, Joe wasn't convinced that he was Da-Doo. Now that Anson has very effectively learned the word "No", Joe has been able to ask him if he (Daddy) was "Da-Doo". Anson's answer is always the same: "No".

Joe uses this as irrefutable proof that he was not Da-Doo. I wasn't convinced. And, if Joe wasn't Da-Doo, who or what was? The next logical step was a long game of trying to name different objects as Da-Doo: "Is Pooh Da-Doo?" "No". "Are your puppy shoes Da-Doo?" "No". "Is the banana Da-Doo?" "No. Nana!"

Finally, one day after an unsuccessful game of 'Who is Da-Doo?', Joe sighed in frustration and asked, "Anson, who is Da-Doo?" Anson's face lit up, his pale blonde eyebrows shooting up higher than one could think possible on such a tiny face. This is his expression of extreme wonder or joy. I love it!

With a slight smirk on his face, he gathered his fingertips together (as he points with all fingers, not just his "pointer finger")...... and pointed at himself. Anson is Da-Doo! During all those months of hearing babbling "Da-Doo" we were actually hearing Anson babble about himself.

If you want to make a little boy very happy, ask him who Da-Doo is. He'll enthusiastically point to himself and say, very proudly, "Da-DOO!"