I started calling him Daddy all the time after that day.
I had done that a little when he had first married my Mom, but mostly to tease him.
It was still to tease him now, but in a totally different way. The word had made him shoot in his pants. I smiled at the memory.
“You’re in a good mood today,” Mom said as I walked into the kitchen.
“I finally got some laundry done. I feel like I have accomplished something.”
“If you got your laundry done, why are you still walking around in your jammies?”
“They’re comfortable, Mom.”
Mom rolled her eyes. “I have a book club tonight, so you and Mitch are on your own for dinner tonight.”
“Okay, Mom, I can fix dinner,” I said.
As Mom got ready, so did I.
I made sure to cook Daddy’s favorite meal and wash every nook and cranny.
I had plans a
