I know calling each other ‘dad’ and ‘mom’  is pretty common in a lot of families, but ooooooooooooooh man, not in our household. Nope. Nyet. Non. Nein. Nuh uh. I’m super weirded out when people refer to their romantic/sexual partners as ‘daddy’. That’s my hangup.

Which, I mean, complicated, because when I’m talking to Momo, Kev is always ‘dad’ or ‘daddy’. I’m usually pretty good at code switching when I’m talking to him directly, but. One makes mistakes.

It was a good life, but my skeleton has left my body and is hitchhiking to Tuscon now, so that’s it for me.