Dada's Gone

When my mom was here, she insisted for some reason on telling Troy to call me “daddy” instead of “dada.” I tried to discourage this, wanting to keep his baby youth and innocence as long as possible. But today, when I picked him up from daycare, he called me “the daddy,” and I fear that the seed has been planted whether I like it or not. No amount of effort to revert back has been successful, which makes me extremely sad. I assumed, at some point, that he'd develop a new moniker for me, but I assumed it would be years down the road. I feel like I'm losing him already...like he's already starting to let me go.