It was at the breakfast table when he first heard it.
'Da'
He looked over from where he was he was standing making his tea and looked at his daughter who was sitting in her high chair with a bowl and spoon in front of her, hands covered in breakfast that consisted of puree pear. He then turned back to his tea and he heard it again
'Da'
He turned and walked over to her and sat beside her.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"Da"
"Can you say mum?"
Da, da, da, da, da" she babbled loudly, her hand banging loudly on the tray in front of her with little pips of puree flying towards her dad.
He lifted her out of the high chair and sat her down in his lap and smiled at her. Happy that her first word was 'da'.
He couldn't wait until he told his wife what their daughter's first was. She was going to be so jealous.
