Dad. Again, it fell off Ella's tongue so naturally, like they hadn't even given it a conscious thought, like he'd never had any other name. Will grinned down at her, and he felt again that quaver in his chest.
"Right," he said. "First thing you want to look for in a good climbing tree is some good strong branches. They can't be broken or rotten or too skinny to take a weight. Like this one," he reached for a slender of a young sugar maple and gave it a demonstrative shake. "It's no good, innit? You try and swing off that, it'll break. So you want to test the branches first. So now, you tell me, duckie, which of these trees looks good to you?"