Dada is a state of mind

I have been practicing my sounds recently, and my two favorites are clicking and my dental phonemes. Often when dad walks into the room, I say "dadadadadada." I also say that on walks with mom and sometimes to the dog, or the middle of the nanny feeding me. But dad is pretty sure I know exactly what I'm talking about. He has even written to the Academie Francaise for official confirmation (he didn't know of anyone else who claimed authority over language). Little does he know that I'm actually an adherent of Dadaism.