“Just say appa! Ah-pa.” Kyung clutches your baby’s hand as she coos and tilts her head in confusion. Her wide doe eyes stare in wonder at her father as she gurgles and lets out a string of unrecognizable baby language. You giggle softly as Kyung groans in exasperation.

“See? This is umma. Um-ma. Say umma! Come on, if you can’t say appa at least say umma.” Your little daughter watches Kyung as if he was crazy before toddling off on unsteady steps towards her chest of toys. She retrieves a stuffed doll and jams a thumb between her rosebud lips, pouting at the two of you. You shake your head and laugh as Kyung pouts, mirroring your daughter.

“Um-ma! Ah-pa!” He tries again, only to fail miserably when she becomes interested in the toy once again.

“Don’t let it get to you, she’ll start talking soon enough. She’s still a little baby.” You rub Kyung’s back reassuringly and fight the urge to pinch his cheeks as he pouts. He looks even cuter than your little daughter. Okay, maybe not cuter. But your husband still looked pretty darn cute when he pouted.

“But I just want her to say appa. Even if that’s the only word she ever learns in her entire lifetime. Just that one word and I’ll be content.” You roll your eyes and nudge him playfully.

“You are too much,” you say, ignoring his coy grin as he nudges you back slightly.

“But I’m just enough for you.”