Done. Done, Dad.

Hale's first word--as best we can discern--is "done". As in, stop shoveling food into my mouth, get this freaking bib offa my neck, stick a dull-tined baby fork in me, I'm

DONE.

Or perhaps this one? Just to be sure?

I think I'll take it as a good sign that Hale's first word is "done." In fact, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that knowing when you're done is going to be at least as important a skill as anything he'll learn in a math class.

I wish I knew when I was done.

Ooh, speaking of, sounds like he's done sleeping, right now. Dun.