"Opa!"

When Isaac was 18 months old, I wrote a post about his enthusiasm for his Opa, his maternal grandfather. Isaac was fond of both his Opa and Oma, but he especially wanted to talk about Opa.

There must be something about my dad that appeals to the 18-month-old set, because now Laurel is doing the same thing. As she wanders throughout my parents' house, she mutters "Opa, Opa, Opa" to herself, and she squeals with delight when she finds him.