For the past few days, the wee boy has been doing something that I find completely hilarious, though David does not. The boy has turned into a surly teenager and calls his father by his first name.
Just a minute ago he got his head stuck in a chair (that's another story), and called out, "David! David! David!" Last night when he awoke for the third time -- and "mommy" wasn't the one to come to him -- he called out, "David!"
I knew he was precocious, but this is too much.
I guess I now have to just join the forces of mothers around the world and refer to my husband as "Daddy" from now on.
I really like saying the name "David" though. It ends in "-id" just like my name does. No one ever spells his name Davette though... go figure. And it's a lovely name. I mean, the best husbands in the world are named David, according to this highly scientific article.
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