Do you know what your first word was, when you were a baby? Was it “mama” or “papa” or something more original?
According to my mother and my aunt, my first word was “pretty.” Both of my parents were artists, and so am I, so it kinda makes sense.
No. I don’t even know what the first words of my own kids were.
My first words were “red washcloth.” No joke. And I pronounced it correctly to boot.
Hot.
bottle.
There’s a family story, that I was too young to personally recall, that when our Great Aunt Viola was visiting us, my mom heard me in the yard saying “Vilola, Vilola, oh I’ll just call her Grandma”.
That’s my earliest word info for myself.
My daughters, I don’t remember their first words, but the oldest was a progression from interpreting attempts to actual words. The second daughter was quiet for months, then just started talking, like she’d studied it and waited til she knew how.
“Red washcloth” and “pretty” are awesome first words.
Allegedly my first words were “Come on down!”, as from The Price Is Right. I’ve always wanted to go on TPIR just so I could tell that story.
Ball. I am told it was more like “Baaaaa!” while I pointed at the ball.
“Bubbles” which I guess now is kind of dubious as a first word because I might have just been saying ‘ba ba ba’ while playing with bubbles in the bathtub.
However, I can make up for the lameness of my own story with the fact that I recently discovered that my brother’s first word was…
…“cock”. He was pointing at the timepiece on the mantle when he said that, but still.
“Antidisestablishmentarianism.”
But I pronounced it, “BLARGLE.”
Mom said that my first word was “Batman!!!”
I don’t know what my first word was, but my son’s was “hat.”
Longtime joke in my family, as I began wearing hats in my late 20s due to becoming follicly challenged at that early age.
“Grapes.”
I really, really, really liked grapes. Like, a LOT. I liked grapes, man.
It’s an improvement, at least. Until then I tended just to point and grunt enthusiastically. It’s a wonder I’ve developed into the charming lady I am today.
My first word was “dada.”
My daughter’s first word was “Hey” but said in a long, drawn out Southern accent that even dropped in pitch halfway through, “Heeeeey!” (which is exactly how I say it). It was much cuter than dada.
My first word was “mama”. I called everyone mama. But hey, at least I knew it was a personal title. I wasn’t just saying it randomly.
“Shit”
My mom used to have a potty mouth.
So were mine. That kind of unnerves me. I always thought I was so original. 
My parents don’t remember what my first words were. But I remember (I think) what Brother #1’s first words were: “sto’sign” and “te’phone”.
Fuck. Mom and Dad managed an inner city Jack In The Box and often brought me to work with them when they were both called in late. Despite being imprisoned in a playpen in the store room, I could apparently hear the orders quite well…
You know, it kind of annoys me now that so many men think it’s adorable when I swear. But I bet a swearing seven-month-old isn’t that cute.
Mine I have no idea but my late BiLs were “teedle teedle yah yah” which, due to context, is assumed to be “twinkle twinkle little star”. That beat mamma and papa by several weeks.