I'm not Dada!
"Da-da!"
The elder boy snorted. "I'm not Dada!" he retorted and tried to continue studying. He was babysitting Conrart for the afternoon and was not happy about it. He had the plushies Anissina gave him would keep the fifteen-month-old quiet for the afternoon but nooooo the gaki just had to annoy him and call him, "Da-da!"
Gwendal slammed his book shut, "I'm not Dada!"
The boy laughed and tugged onto his pant leg, "Da-da!"
"For the last time," Gwendal groaned, trying to refrain himself from yelling, "I'm not Dada!"
"Uh, Gwendal," said an annoyingly familiar voice, "You do realise you're arguing with a fifteen-month old."
"Lord Weller," Gwendal grunted, scooping his little brother up, "If I leave him like this he'll keep calling me 'daddy'."
An amused brown eyebrow shot up, "Daddy?"
It was then little Conrart noticed his father, "PAA-PAA!"
"Hey, scamp," said Dan Hiri, relieving Gwendal from babysitting, "Did you have a good time?"
"Yaa! Da-da goo ig bwuder!" the little boy cheered in his father's arms, "wight Paa-paa?" It was then Dan Hiri understood what was going on, "I think I see the problem."
"What?" said Gwendal, hoping his stepfather had an idea how to stop Conrart from calling him 'daddy'.
Dan Hiri had to laugh, "He's trying to say 'Gwendal'!"