Isä. Isi. Iskä. Pappa.
I guess I should think about what I would want our baby to call me, too. Would I want to be a "father" (isä), "Dad" (isi), "Daddy" (iskä) or simply a Swedish "pappa". Then again, it's not like I get to choose it. It's Jessica and Hilda that just decide it, I guess. And since Jessica speaks Swedish, she'll probably use "pappa" in sentences like, "If Dad thinks it's OK, then you may do it" and "
I don't know, ask your father." That would mean that in about 4 months, I will become Pappa.
I actually remember when I switched from calling my father "Daddy" to calling him "Dad." He chose the time and place.
Sometimes he would drive me to school, something I always thought was really cool. Cars and driving have always been a big thing in our family. So, naturally, being driven to school had to rank pretty high up on my list of "cool things to do in life" when I was 10.
One time, as I was about run off and just yelled, "bye now, Daddy", he stopped me and said: "Risto, I think you're a big boy now, so maybe you shouldn't call me Daddy (isi) anymore. Just say Dad (isä)."
"Sure thing, Dad."
It just hit me big time today. In a few months, I will be a pappa.
