 | Life as a dad is rough. Not like rough rough.. but rough. Right now my daughter is going on 18 months old. She knows a lot of words. She knows Mommy, she knows Baby. She can even say the name of her older brother. She can say the name of the awesome lady at daycare. She can puzzle out Kitty if ever one of the two fell beasts come out of hiding while she’s awake. |
Occasionally she calls me Daddy (as long as Mommy says: “It’s Daddy! Say Hi Daddy!”)
Most of the time she calls me Cookie.
As you can expect, this saddens me. So I wrote a song about it. And I recorded it. And here it is.
She Calls Me Cookie
She... doesn't know.. my name
she... doesn't know.. my name
she doesn't care to learn
She doesn't know my name
Chorus
She calls me cookie
She calls me cookie
She calls me cookie
She calls me cookie
She calls me cookie
She calls me cookie
She... doesn't know... my name
She... doesn't know.. my name
She doesn't care to learn
She doesn't know my name
She calls me cookie
She calls me cookie
She calls me cookie
And I get her one
She calls me cookie
she calls me cookie
She calls me cookie
Cause if I didn't she wouldn't talk to me at all
She... doesn't know... My name
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