My husband is tall, and white, and looks older than his age. He doesn’t drive a box truck and he’s not known for his heavily processed, and packaged, baked goods. He wears a suit to work and he still has (
most of a good amount of) his hair, and yet my daughter regularly mistakes all sorts of people for her father.
The people she’s called “Daddy”:
- Martin Luther King, Jr.
- The Pillsbury Doughboy
- Derek Hough
- The UPS man
- The (completely bald) dad of one of the little girls on her playgroup.
- The little boy on the front of her YoToddler yogurts.
- The (much, much, much) older gentleman on a scooter in line with us at Price Chopper.
- The garbage man.
- The teenager organizing check-in at Albany Flight.
- John Travolta
- Hideki Matsui