This is a thing that happens basically every afternoon when I'm cleaning up dishes and what not. I'm drying dishes in the kitchen, and Shannon goes to her play kitchen, whips out her rag and starts letting me know that she's, "Dying, Dada," over and over. I was glad to see that she was not dying and that she did not want me to die. It's a little sad each time her adorable mispronunciations does slip away. But that's the way this whole learning thing works. Glad that we get some laughs out of it, and I'm happy I was able to do this little comic to capture it.