Who’s Your Daddy?
Ezra may finally know that I am his daddy. Well, he may now associate the word dad and daddy with me instead of me and many other non-food objects. He has pointed to snow and said, ,,Daddy,” and point to Jigga, the cat, and said, ”Daddy,” and he has pointed to the car and said, ”Daddy.”
Today, however, after some training and teaching with the help of -v- and Grandma O Ezra tapped me on the shoulder and said, ”Daddy.” Then he was walking past and pointed at me and said, ”Daddy.”
I suspect this may not last for tomorrow, but for tonight it feels pretty good.