I'm not sure how it happened, but a few weeks ago, Alexander started to call me "Dad" -- this came out of nowhere, as I still call myself "Daddy" to him, as does Francine. Yet there he was, determining, all on his own, that he was going to start calling me "Dad" -- he has also started to refer to Francine as "Mom" rather than "Mommy."
The cutest was about a week ago when I was getting up early to do some writing before getting ready to go in to work. I went into his bedroom to tuck him back under his blankets and he woke up, looked at me and said in a really soft voice: "Going to work, Dad?"
I said yes and told him to go back to sleep and within a second he was out. I was left with the wonder of how the little guy developed his own unique language use, seemingly independent of the language we were using.
Quite amazing -- while it's adorable and interesting, it's also a sign that my little baby is growing up. I mean, in the past couple of weeks, he has joined me on a Ferris Wheel without being the slightest bit afraid, rode on an elephant in order to ensure Mommy (whoops, sorry "Mom") felt safe, and rode on a junior roller coaster all by himself.
I think I'll go listen to Cat Stevens' "Cats in the Cradle" and have myself a good cry.