G has a beard. And C has taken to calling him "scratchy". As in:
"Daddy is not my favorite. He is scratchy. You are squishy. You are my favorite." [Hmmm…better to be scratchy or squishy?]
Or: "Daddy is scratchy. You have a chin."
Or, after Monday night when traffic prevented me from putting C to bed: "I looked around for Mommy but she wasn’t there. I was alone in my room with some scratchy guy."
That’s right. G, who fixes C breakfast most days, is a stay at home dad on Mondays and Fridays, and volunteers at her preschool on Friday mornings, is referred to by C as "that scratchy guy".