I was chasing Andrew around the house for fun; the last time was not fun because he had a butane torch and a can of WD-40. When I caught him, he didn't want the fun to end.
Andrew said, "Do it again, Mommy!"
Occasionally, the kids call me Mommy instead of Daddy. I suppose it's an honest mistake since they see much more of Lisa when I'm working, and I also enjoy wearing Lisa's underwear.
I corrected Andrew. "I'm not Mommy. I'm Daddy!"
"Do it again, Daddy!" said Andrew.
I chased Andrew around the house and caught him again.
"Do it again, Mommy!" said Andrew.
Hmm. My parental ego was becoming deflated.
I again corrected Andrew. "I'm not Mommy. I'm Daddy."
I wondered to myself if the kids did not see enough of me during the weekday or should I stop wearing Lisa's underwear? This time I decided to change my underwear.
"Do it again, Daddy!" repeated Andrew.
So once more, I chased Andrew around the house and caught him.
Annoyingly, Andrew said, "Do it again, Mommy!"
Enough was enough. I had to set him straight.
"Andrew, I am not Mommy. I am your Daddy. Why do you keep on calling me Mommy for?" I asked Andrew.
Andrew looked up at me and simply said after an appropriate pause, "I joke, Daddy. It just a joke."
Great...not only does Andrew look like me, but he has my sarcastic and annoying sense of humor too.
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