I think the time has come to stop referring to my husband by his given name. Apparently J has picked up on this. Yesterday we were eating breakfast and he says "where's daddy?". I told him daddy was in the office.
"MATT!" he yells at a deafening pitch.
I inform him that daddy's name is daddy, not Matt. He looks pensive.
"HONEY! Come to kitchen with me, honey!"
Poor Matt is heartbroken, and I'm careful not to call his name anymore.
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