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every time the phone rings, summer comes a running, squealing with delight, "dada!"

every time the garage door opens, summer dashes to the stairs, "dada!"

the other night, when i tried to put her to bed, she says to me, "not mama -- dada."

and when we leave bryan's office after visiting for lunch, all the way home, she weeps and sobs for her "dada."

i think we have ourselves a bona fide daddy's girl here.

ps - when she gets hurt, she still cries for mama.