Also I've been doing what my dad used to do when I got hurt. He'd beat the object involved, which always made me feel better somehow. Deciding to maintain the tradition I've been doing the same thing and smacking the floor, dvr player, table, floor again, couch and various other objects when Dante and they have come into painful proximity. Yesterday for the first time I noticed that the D was doing the same thing and smacking the couch.
Duck's definitely been added to the vocabulary. In the bathtub a couple of nights ago and since then a bunch of times. Today C and I were in the studio and I said duck and he said it right back.
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