We’ve been discussing over the past few months what the kids should call us given that it might be confusing when little Lasquisha or Dayvonn call out “Daddddddddd” up the stairs and we both answer. We’ll both be ‘dads’, but we need a way for them both to distinguish between each of us. Here are our options:
So we think we’re going with the last option; Ralph can be called Daddy (or Dad), and I will be called Papa. It’s a nice reminder of our heritage, and when they get older they can call us whatever they like!
My mum tells me that I have to watch the pronunciation because when you say “Papa” it means Dad, but if say “Paapaa”, it actually is referring to the Pope, and we really don’t want passers by to think we’re asking our kids to refer to us as Pope Benedict, even if he does wear wonderful red Prada slippers. But there is an easy way to remember which pronunciation is correct. Just sing Madonna’s Papa Don’t Preach in your head (or aloud) and you’ll be spot on. Madge’s pronunciation is just fine.