My son woke up Saturday morning singing "da dada" over and over. I thought it was cute so I sang along. Ten seconds later this conversation happened:
Son: Where's my daddy?
Me: I don't know.
Son: Is BaBa my daddy?
Me: No, he is my daddy and your granddaddy.
Son: Who is my daddy?
Me: You don't have one.
Son: Oh, well we need to get one.
Then it stopped and we started talking about other things.
Today at the Science Center, he asked where's his daddy for most of the animals he saw in cages. Before I could answer he would point to a bigger version of that animal calling him Daddy or say that he was probably in the shade to cool down.
Every Dad playing with his child at the Science Center had my son's complete attention. He would mingle in with the kids and listen to him speak.
I am sharing this not because I feel sad like Jules does not have a daddy. In time, he will closely associate with a strong male in my life and direct those feelings to him. It's just interesting watching him try to make sense of that mommy-daddy paradigm.
On Friday, I told my son playfully that he had a baby butt. He replied saying that I had a daddy butt. I have no idea what that means.