Coco. My parent's dog. My parent's dog that Emma hates. That was her first word.
The truth is, Chris isn't even counting it as a first word, because he wasn't there and we can't get her to repeat it. But I was there, and there were witnesses. She said it carefully and deliberately, imitating my mom. "Coco." We spent the week trying to get the two of them on friendly terms-- Emma and Coco, that is. Coco was pretty willing, but Emma really took some convincing.
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