My daughter usually calls me Daddy, and sometimes she reverts to the slightly less cute version, Dad.
However, every once in a while, she refuses to say either and calls me Nathan.
You know those kids who purposefully shred sections of their clothes, pierce every available part of skin, paint their fingernails black, wear black lipstick and refuse to come home at curfew?
Those kids call their parents by their first names.
But I suppose it's a little early to start searching my two year old for a switchblade.