Some will laugh, some will be nervous.

I heard a lot of “daddy!” today, and it was addressed to me. It was not weird until I started responding to it. “Daddy?” “Yes?” “Up!” “You want to go up on the stool?” “Yes!” “Fair enough.”

Maddie is two, and calls every guy that she meets ‘daddy’, much to the surprise of the recipients. So for a few hours today I got to see a potential glimpse into my future as a two year old ran around trying to get my attention and calling me ‘daddy’, so eventually I hung her upside down, then put her on my shoulders and almost endured the Wiggles.

I think that kids and me are inevitable. At times I think that it would be a good idea to have twins. I mean, we did something similar with the cats. We had two of them and they kept each other company. Of course, cats don’t dare each other to eat this and that, jump from there or play with electrical cords, so I see the kid/cat analogy quickly going up in smoke.

If you’re wondering if I was being as cheeky as you all fear that I would be with kids, the answer is a resounding ‘duh!’

“I dropped my water!”
“And yet, somehow, the world continues to revolve. Around me.”