I opened the door to my home last night and was greeted with an enthusiastic, “Daddy!”.

It mattered not to Scarlett that I am her uncle (Alana babysits her on Thursdays and Fridays), so I had to laugh a little. After explaining the difference between a daddy and an uncle I crouched down and gave her a hug before bringing her to Alana. “Mommy!”, she said.

Ah well! So much for explaining familial relationships to a 21 month old child…