A beautiful fall morning, frost on my car's windows, the oak tree overlooking our patio is changing into a visual feast of mango, amber, ginger colored leaves. And as a linguist, I am completely in love with my daughter's baby language, she has a word for everything and she is consistent in using them. Because I am calling daddy as "babasi" (my dady), she actually started calling him "babasi", rather than "baba" (dady)...and for me, she has annanne (mommymommy).