“Goodnight boys,” I answered as I walked out of their room last night. Sometimes we’re silly and have fun giving everyone different names.
My oldest is Attic because he’s on the top bunk. My second son is Basement from the bottom bunk. Last comes Nursery (he’s a baby). I’m Mailbox (not sure why). Mommy is Kitchen (self explanatory).
Sometimes the hardest part of being a dad is just keeping up with their imagination (and calling them the right names.)