The Fall of Daddy

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy."

"Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?"

"Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?"

"Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?"

I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface.

My husband waved it off with a casual smile.

"She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough."

I said nothing.