Too Much of a Good Thing

Hermione sat on the couch watching her daughter play and Severus groan. He had been grumpy for a week, trying his hardest to get his daughter to say his name. Of course, Hermione wasn't supposed to know that.

Tonight it was a full week since Charlotte had finally started calling him Dada.

Honestly, you could never win with Severus.

Charlotte lifted her fists with a stuffed animal in each hand. "DA DA DA DA DA DA." She banged the toys together. "Da…da da… da-DA DA DA DAA!"

Severus groaned again. Did it really have to be her favorite word?