The Many Names for Dad

As we were finishing up dinner tonight, Larry ran upstairs to get ready for work. (He’s been working nights lately).

Caed yelled out as he left, “Doctor Myyyles....calling Doctor Myyyles.”

I wasn’t sure whether he was pretending to be a doctor, or whether he was referring to his dad. So I asked, “Who is Dr. Myles?”

His blog-worthy response was, “You know, mom. He’s our dad--of me and Baby Dani. You remember him, right? He is called Dr. Myles sometimes. But you usually call him Larry.”

Ohhh. Yes, yes, I remember him now.