Tonight, S— made a joke. At least, I think she made a joke. I was rocking her. Bedtime dragged out. She was in a giggly mood and skipped her nap during the day. Then she said, “Don’t drop me, Daddy.”

She’s 21 months old. I have never dropped her. I said, “I won’t,” and S— laughed. Then, in a sing-song voice she kept repeating, “Don’t drop me, Daddy. Don’t drop me, Daddy.” Everytime I said, “I won’t drop you, S—. I won’t drop you,” she laughed.

Earlier in the day, she warned up her joke telling by calling R—, Daddy instead of Mommy.

And though it wasn’t part of her deliberate comedian routine, she wishes everyone a happy Otter’s Day.