Sunday was Todd’s birthday. I got up with Rollie and let Todd sleep in that day. While he was still in bed, I attempted to teach Rollie to say, “Happy Birthday, Dada.” It was a no-go. He would say, “happy” or “birthday”, or “dada,” but no way i could get him to say all three together.
We attempted it, though, when Todd got up, and so Todd was wished a very happy “Happy” by Rollie.
Since then, Rollie has been using the word “Happy” a lot. Not in any particular context, just walking around the house, saying “Happy” in different tones.
Wouldn’t it be great if we lived in Rollie’s world, the one where people just wander around and say, “happy” all the time for no reason other than the fact that they are just generally happy?