Sonya has began saying, "Dada," or, at least, something that I interpret to be "Dada." She could have unloose bowels for all I know (though she shouldn't since she eats more oatmeal than Wilford Brimley) and be in the process of passing a potato, but that doesn't matter. She is making more coherent noise than Rosie O'Donnell, so I am happy. As already noted, she knows how to scream and get her way. She will soon be like most Americans and can demand her way in a civilized manner. God bless us all.
That is all.
The semi-whenever newsletter for one of the many Doan Families.
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