My daughter’s first word was her own name. 5 years later, my son’s first word was… my daughter’s first name.

1yo - a toy trumpet that was sold at a carnival that sounded like a satanic battle cry and one kid was spending every single breath out blowing that fucking thing, causing my kid to freak the hell out.

7yo - a speck of dirt on her skin that she thought was a tick

Sorry. I’ll try to respect your mental personal space next time.