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AN: Okay, I was sitting in a car and listening to music when this thought came into my head. I thought it was wicked, so I am sharing it with you all now. Enjoy! But don't take this seriously...
It was a warm summer evening in the small residence of the Finn family in Ireland. The sun was hidden behind dark clouds, promising a thunder storm and the air seemed to be still and unmoving. Not a single breeze of wind could be felt anywhere in the town of Killarney.
That didn't disturb Angela Finn though, she was happily reading a book on cooking while sitting in the living room. Everything was new and shiny. She, her husband and their little son Naoise had just moved in this new house and life seemed to be smiling at them. They even had their own TV, and Naoise liked watching foreign commercials.
"How is it going there?" Angela asked rather loudly not lifting her eyes from the book. Oh, how she yarned to try some dark bread!
"Well actually, Nao is just watching TV," her husband, Seamus, answered from another room.
"Typical. He always becomes so nice when it is someone else than me watching over him," Angela commented. She was enjoying her free evening, it was a rare occasion when Seamus didn't have work and could actually take care of their only child.
"Gah!" little Naoise said and kept his eyes locked in the TV screen. There was an old American film and though he didn't understand any of it he was really fascinated by the colours and voices. His father sat next to him trying to seem as interested as his son.
"I don't understand why you like these American shows this much. They aren't even that good," he muttered to himself.
"Gah! Gah!" Naoise said again as if he had actually understood what his father had meant. All he knew at the moment was that this man was familiar, safe and that he really liked him. And that was all his young mind could ever want.
Suddenly the phone rang.
"I'll take it!" Seamus promised and left the room quickly leaving Naoise alone. The boy wasn't disturbed by that though, the TV was too interesting.
"Come on dude, let's paint the town red!" a youngster with a motor bike said in the TV. Little Naoise watched. And listened.
"D-du-" he started. His father came back then.
"Who was it?" Angela's voice could be heard.
"A wrong number," Seamus replied. He glanced at his son who had crawled closer to the TV.
"Hey Nao, I don't think it is healthy to be that close to that thing," Seamus replied trying to pick his son up in his arms.
That's when it happened.
"D-dude," Naoise said.
"Oh my god! Naoise said his first word!" Seamus exclaimed in surprise and almost dropped the child. Within the next second Angela was in the room.
"What? He did? What did he say?" she asked excitedly.
Seamus frowned.
"I think it was 'dad'," he said in thought. Then he smiled. "I knew that would be your first word!"
"Hmhp. And I was hoping it would be 'mom'," Angela muttered.
"Dude," Naoise said again. He didn't know why, but repeating this word seemed to make everyone around him so excited. So why not say it over and over again?
"Dude."
The End of this short extra thingy...