This weekend we will be celebrating S.’s 26th birthday. Last year instead of a cake I bought several kinds of donuts, arranged them on a plate and stuck 25 candles in them that wouldn’t blow out. His mother was very disappointed that I didn’t bake him a cherry pie. Blahblahtothat. And blahblahto Adrian for saying that it would be easy. Ari wants to buy S. the following: new pants, a new shirt, a new belt and a new ring. S. has cited this as further evidence supporting his theory that Ari is going to be gay.

I think that I will let him pick out a present for S. but not a new wardrobe. Who knows what he would pick out.

Last night Ari and I had our “big talk” about S. Last week I had decided that all three of us were going to have the talk. But Ari beat me to it. It's about what Ari would like to call S., affectionately. He views him as a "daddy" but doesn't know what to call him. He’s called him daddy, “my daddy”, and lightbulb-head on a couple of occasions. (lightbulb head being the most popular of the three) S. does co-parent more than A.’s biological father but he already has a daddy.(responsible or not)

After reading “Grover and The Everything in The Whole Wide World Museum” for the kazillionth time he asked me if S. was his second daddy. Not expecting to discuss this with him quite yet, (I was still going over what to say in my head) I answered, “sort of, yes… he’s like a second daddy” pausepausepause “Is he my step-dad?” My answer, “he’s kind of like a step-dad” pausepausepause I asked him what he would like to call him. He came up with Covey. Or “my covey”. His derivative of S's name, rhymes with lovey.

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