I started a conversation with Dad this morning. I woke up very hungry when it was still dark. But I cried so Dad came in and took me out to the kitchen. As soon as I saw the fridge I had a good idea: I said “milk!” (When I say it it sounds a bit like “mook” though.) Milk, milk, milk. Dad opened the fridge and started to get me some milk. But I had a bit more to say so I pointed to my nose and said “nose”. Except it sounds a bit like “nooow”. Dad smiled and pointed to his nose too so I did it again a few times and I also said milk a few more times. Then I had some nice milk. I think Dad liked our little talk about milk and noses. But afterwards he still said it was too early and he put me back to bed.