"Babygirl, what...?" Daddy asks the very next night, when he comes home from a long day of helping everyone around town.

"Welcome home, Daddy!" I chirp. 'Daddy' feels so right to me - I've been practicing it all day, and sure enough, it sounds so natural.

Daddy blinks at me like he's looking at a new person. His jaw is slightly dropped, his pupils dilated, and if I didn't know any better, I'd think he was ... well, something more than 'pleased'.

It's only been one day, but I've basically overthrown the house. Everything is spick and span. I've made soup for entree, roast for dinner, and apple crumble for...