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A few days ago, she added a new word to her vocabulary, which seems to increasing rapidly now. The word was ‘happy’.

We started playing a simple game, asking her if she was happy, and she simply had to say her newly discovered word. Soon she picked up that any sentence ending in happy could be answered that way.

Are you happy?
Happy.
Is mama happy?
Happy.
Is papa happy?
Happy.

I was. Happy. The funny thing is that had I asked myself that question, I wouldn’t have been too sure. I might have said yet, but would have still added a few clauses. When she said it. It was absolute. In that moment, I was truly happy.

Sweetheart, I am not smart enough to figure out why this happened. Maybe now that you’ve told me I’m happy, you could also figure out the answer in a few years?

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