Soon, Leila walked into the room, towel-drying her hair, wearing only her robe, which accented her every curve. "What, may I ask, are you men up to?"
"Dada fly!" Jase said, having understood every word.
Leila just about dropped her towel. "Did he just say what I think he said?"
I laughed. "Yes, my dear, your son is a genius!"
Leila sat down on the chair next to mine and watched Jase as I held him up above my head and swayed him back and forth, "flying". "You mean our son is a genius!" she said. "Is it normal for him to start talking now?"
"Well, look at him," I said, enjoying the moment with our son. "He's the equivalent of an eighteen-month-old child. The growth rate of dhampiers is extraordinary. Remember: he will be fully grown in ten years. I wouldn't doubt it if he's talking i
