When the Intern Called My Husband Daddy

The new intern loves calling my husband Nathan "Daddy."

"Daddy, I got my period. Buy me some pads."

"Daddy, I can't fasten my bra. Help me."

"Daddy, why aren't you wearing my hair tie on your wrist? As punishment, you have to wear two—pink ones, okay?"

I frowned in displeasure, but my husband just waved it off dismissively.

"She's just playing around. Once the novelty wears off, she'll stop."

But at the company's annual gala, she stumbled into my husband's arms, her eyes red and pitiful.

"Daddy, I twisted my ankle in these heels. It hurts so much."