I am baybay

Tonight, Troy and I were playing in my wife’s office to keep her company. At some point, he got bored of the toys, reached for me, and said, “dada.” I said, “Yes, I’m dada, but who are you?” And he responded, “I am baybay.” It would be reasonable for you to think that I heard some baby babble and interpreted it to be what I wanted it to be. Although, I never would have imagined him to answer me much less say that. But my hearing of it was corroborated by my wife’s hearing of it too, completely independently. She said, “Oh my god, did you hear that?!” I did hear it. My son knows he’s “baybay."