This morning he declared it. I went to wipe a booger from his nose with a tissue and he said:
No dada.
Also, this afternoon my family had a barbecue at my brother-in-law’s. Many of us gathered in the basement to play video games (Super Smash Bros. on GameCube). As Mago watched the battle proceed on the projection screen, he said, in a low, raspy, demonic voice:
Diiie.
Tia insists I taught him this. I don’t remember it. I don’t doubt she’s right though. Or maybe an angel of darkness taught him. It didn’t get its wish if it did – it’s just amusing. It’s also specifically associated with video games. I took him upstairs and he said it less – but when I went downstairs to the game room and stepped in, he said it again.