Shall we begin a pool?

Every Mom wants their childs first word to be mama. Every Dad wants the first word to be Daddy. Jorma got his wish. Dada was Connor's first official word. In all honesty, I was hoping that his second word would be Mama. I guess I thought since I was the one that went through 22 hours of labor and then breast fed our 7.14 oz monkey for 6 months, that it would be fair that Mama was at least the second word.
Nope. Second word. Cheese. Cheese.
The first time I heard him say it after I said to him, let's go get something to eat, he was toddling behind me saying it over and over. I thought it sounded like "cheese" but was like, nah. Then the next day, he was sitting in his high chair, banging, "Slave Woman, bring me food!" on the tray, while saying, cheese-cheese-cheese-cheese until I dumped a hand full of mozzarella in front of him. Then he just smiled, while scooping it up with his chubby little hands, cramming fistfulls into his mouth and banging his feet against the bottom of the chair with glee. Today I asked him if he was hungry and he looked at me and said, cheese. It's official. Second word - cheese.
My guess is the third word is going to be, Oobi. Shall we begin a pool?