Each morning one of us will knock on Oliver's door and then enter, wondering how he will greet us. As morning seems to be my allocated "popular" time-slot, he quite often says "Dada". Other days he balances things up with a "Mama".
This morning I was greeted by "Amber!", the name of his little friend who Hayley child-minds on Thursdays and Fridays. Then again this evening (a few minutes ago) he stirred from his sleep, sat up, said "Amber" then went back to sleep.
As Amber's Dad is an ardent City fan and our house is staunchly in the United camp, it remains to be seen how happy he'll be about having Oliver as her suitor. Especially as he already came round one day to find his daughter wearing a Oliver's United hat and my scarf.
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