My daughter’s having a hard time realizing there’s a difference between what a Mommy is and what a Daddy is. She can guess which one’s which in one of her books, but I always get called mommy around the house.
So tonight things got a bit more complicated. I brought home a little package of Cheetos for my ladies. My little redheaded 16-month-old saw them and beamed, literally, and nodded her head while expressing her pleasure:
“Good girl, daddy! Good girl!”



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