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"What?" George asked, eyes widening as his kid went from speculating breakfast options to that. Natalie's sober expression deepened.
"Do you like Dad or Daddy better?" she asked, really wanting to know. George's eyes widened even more before flicking up to Emma for help.
"Uh, well, I call my dad Dad, so uh..." It was weird to have to think about. It wasn't a question most people were asked. Dad made him feel as old as his own father, but Daddy seemed so intimate.
"Daddy?" Natalie suggested. She liked that better than Dad. He didn't seem like a Dad to her. He was funny, and he was really nice, and he told jokes and gave hugs, and that always seemed the way her friends Daddies had been.
"Do you like Daddy?" George asked, surprised at how warm hearing her say the word Daddy made him feel. Natalie nodded. "I like Daddy, too," he said, and Natalie's serious expression started to slip up into a smile. The smile quickly turned into a grin, and Natalie kicked her legs a bit under the table before turning back to look at Emma.
"Daddy told me he wanted a fried egg, but I like mine scrambled with cheese," Natalie explained. "And Daddy said they have blueberry waffles, too. I like blueberries," she explained.