How come?

How come, darn it? 

How come my Owen, who I carried inside of me for 9 months, 2 weeks and 4 days, who I labored/delivered sans drugs, who I nursed for 6 months, who left me practically sleepless for one whole year and who has been 110% all about me since the day he was born only says,

"Daadee...Daadee...Daadee".

How come?

What about, "Mommee...Mommee...Mommee"?

Funny boy...we'll keep working on it!