when wren started talking more conversationally, around 2 years or so, she would get ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’ confused. sometimes she called me daddy, sometimes she called tommy mommy. then one day, she started calling us both moddy. we laughed, but she didn’t even blink an eye. now 3, she’s still calling daddy, moddy, and me, well, i’m just plain ol’ mommy. how lucky of daddy to have a nickname! we think it’s pretty cute.
happy father’s day to the best moddy ever!
