Back in the day when I was married, my wife “bedopted” a little girl, Lindsey, almost from birth. We really did not have custody of her, but her mother had issues she was working through. The child was in our home nearly as much as she was in her mother’s for several years.
We also had a cassette tape (remember those) of children’s songs by Raffi. Lindsey loved Raffi and we would play it for her whenever we were in the car. Me being who I am loved to sing along on the Banana Boat song, probably because I could bellow “day-o” at the top of my voice. Lindsey began to call be Papa Deo. Continue reading “Papa Deo / Papa Day-o?”