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TINA. YES. THIS IS IT. This is Seb’s first word. I won’t accept anything else. He’ll say it first pointing at Aaron and Robert will laugh and laugh until it’s his turn to be called an idiot. I NEED THIS.

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Seb sits in his high chair waiting for his breakfast.  His eyes bounce back and forth between his two dads as they stumble around the kitchen. It had taken a long time to wake them up this morning, but eventually his cries had done the job.  He just doesn’t understand why adults take so long to drag themselves out of bed.  Wake up. Get up.  How can it be any easier?

Daddy Aaron seems especially grumpy and disheveled this morning.  He’s standing in the  middle of the kitchen glaring down at the burnt toast in his hand and looking like thunder clouds on a rainy day.  Then Aaron shrugs and starts scraping away at the black bread in his hand with a knife. Seb watches as he smears piles of butter on top of the very crispy bread and takes a large bite.

Daddy Robert’s face isn’t quite as grumpy as Daddy Aaron’s, but he still wrinkles his face up at the loud crunch the toast makes.  “Are you really going to eat that? It’s burnt!”

Seb isn’t sure why Daddy Robert cares.  He isn’t the one eating the toast, is he?  

Aaron looks over at Robert and licks a spot of butter from his index finger.  “It’s toast, Robert! Toast by definition is slightly burnt bread.”

Robert grabs a small jar of baby food from the kitchen counter and sits down in front of Seb’s high chair. Finally!  Food is on the way. But instead of opening Seb’s breakfast straight away, Daddy R rubs his hand across his eyes and continues talking.  “Slightly being the word, Aaron.  That looks like it’s been incinerated.  It’s disgusting!”  

Seb looks closer at the jar his dad holds and opens his mouth wide in preparation.  Peaches are his favorite!  His dads may be having a bad morning, but his is looking pretty good!   He smacks his palms against the top of his high chair in excitement.

Aaron smiles at Seb before turning back to Robert.  “I put butter on it! It’s fine. It’s just toast.”  Brown flecks fall onto the front of his jumper as he takes another large bite.

Seb sends his best glare at Daddy Robert. He hasn’t even tried to open the peaches yet!  Why does Daddy Aaron get to eat and he can’t?  He bangs his hands down harder and screeches a little.  Maybe that will get him some attention!

It does.  Daddy R finally pries the lid from the peaches, and Seb opens his mouth wide again. Then…..

Daddy R shakes his head and glances back over at Daddy Aaron. “Butter covers the burn, but it’s still there.  Idiot.”  

Exactly.  Idiots, the both of them.  Seb is hungry!   “Idi!”  Seb said.  

Both of his dads swing their heads around to him at the same time.  They do that all the time, move together like they were one person.  Seb always wonders how they manage it.  

Daddy R says, “Did he just say idiot?”   He leans closer to Seb.  “Seb, did you just say “idiot”?  

Why does Daddy Robert sound so surprised?  He said it first.  And Seb has reason to call them that. He needs feeding!  Maybe Daddy Aaron will understand.

Seb turns to look at his toast eating dad.  Aaron is standing still with his toast halfway to his face and his mouth hanging open.  Seb points at him and says again, “Idi.”

Aaron lowers his toast down to the counter.  “Seb just called me an idiot.”  He mouth still hasn’t closed all the way, and he’s looking at Seb like he has just done something amazing. Which is crazy, really.  Daddy Robert calls Daddy Aaron that all the time.  What’s the big deal?

“Our boy’s a genius, Aaron.”  Then Robert laughs.  And Aaron laughs.  So Seb starts laughing, too.  Why not? His dads have lost their minds.  

And he still needs feeding.  Idiots.

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