Emery has started calling me "Dad". Not "Daddy"; "Dad". Not even a long, drawn out "Daaad". Just short and simple. I keep looking over my shoulder expecting to see him standing there asking to borrow the car. At least Emma still shouts "Daddeeee!" (yes, with the exclamation point) every time I pick her up from daycare.
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I give him a year before he starts calling you "Homer," I mean, "Trav."
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