A couple of weeks ago, the three of us cruised up to see our friends Bryan, Alex, and little Miles Hughes at their home in the nearby Santa Cruz mountains. We've uploaded some photos (HTML) showing a little (metal) goat-riding, corn-launching, mooning over Miles, and more.
During the course of our great little cook-out, Finn--who normally sticks to Dad like glue--was rather taken with Hughes. He'd protest whenever Hughes would walk inside, and he'd track this other daddy's every move.
Finally it started to dawn on me: I wonder whether he thinks that's his daddy. We put the idea to the test. Finding a picture of himself with me in the desert, Hughes pointed at me and said, "Who's that, Finn?" No response. And then the moment of truth: I pointed at the picture of Hughes and said, "Who's that, Finn?" "Da-Da!" was the immediate response.
Since then, I've discovered that Finn now uses the term "Da-Da" fairly generically to refer to dad-like men, including our friend Tom & various characters in books. I feel a bit better now.
PS--Thanks to Hughes & Alex for the hospitality, and to Hughes for the great photos. The Papa-razzi strike again!