My son just called me "dad" when I greeted him downstairs this morning. I am not sure why that felt weird to me, or why I suddenly felt a little melancholy, but it was just strange. In a good way. He normally calls me "Daddy", something I have grown quite used to, so maybe the fact he switched it up to "Dad" so abruptly is what hit me. I am glad he is getting older and more mature. That he is learning about the world and excited to see new things if not also frightened by them. But I guess I am not sure if I want him to stop calling me "Daddy" just yet.
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