My youngest, Violet (3), leans in and whispers, “Daddy, I know your nickname.” You know how kids whisper, even when they don’t need to, and how parents should just go along with it.
I put on my best “Dad” voice and whisper back.
Me: “What’s my nickname?”
She looks around like it’s a secret and says, “It’s Chris. Your nickname is Chris.”
I’m surprised. I’ve already had a hard time hearing my girls call me “Dad” instead of “Daddy,” but hearing her say my full name? That’s a whole new level.
Me: “Where did you hear that?”
Violet: “At the dance studio. They all call you Chris Lynam.”
Me: “Really?”
Violet: “Yeah. And I have a nickname too. It’s Violet Lynam. We have the same nickname, Daddy. It’s just like yours.”
My heart melts.
