and the winner is....

Brush. Not mama, not daddy, not juice or ball or cracker. Our little diva's first word was "brush." I have a sneaky suspicion that this means trouble.

Considering that Kate' affections are clearly attached to the brush (what else would explain "brush" beating out "mama"? Trying not to get my feelings hurt here!), we've decided to immortalize the beloved brush right here on the Burton Blog (say that ten times real fast).

And, yes, it's only half a brush. It fell and broke while at Nana's house. So, my baby girl loves a cheap, broken brush more than her own mama? Say it ain't so!