A few months ago, my son Jack started calling me "daddy" instead of "dada." Speech development and all that jazz. He's almost three so he's pretty much a nonstop chatterbox and his pronunciation gets clearer every day.
A couple of weeks ago, out of the blue, he started calling me "Big Daddy" instead of just daddy. "Big Daddy, come play with my trains." or "Big Daddy, can I have a juicebox?" Things like that.
I don't know where he came up with Big Daddy but I've got to say, it's pretty much my favorite name ever. It literally cracks me up everytime he says it.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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You realize, of course, that if you come to the NY Comic Con I'll be calling you that every time I pass your table. :)
Ha! That is cool. I'm glad it's your son and not your wife lol.
That's so sweet, it really is. I'm waiting to have the same experience.
Oh sorry about the cover for 132... I was on a bit of a roll.
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