I have also coined the term Dead Daddy Year. I am allowing myself many wild acts or acts of slackery in honor of the Dead Daddy Year.
I've been down this week. I needed to meet with a member of the DDGC . I called Mme. Crib for solace. As are all our conversations, it's punctuated by interruptions from the kids.
"What? What? The door is closed here, I need you to go ask your father. You
have a father, go."
"And I don't!!!"
"Wha? Oh, no, not you. You don't have a father."
"Right, but not what I meant. You should tell the kids that. 'You have a
father and I don't! Go to him!'"
"I might just do that!"