You are doing your daughter’s hair as a tune plays over and over in your head. You start singing it out loud without fully realizing it. "It's cuffing season, and all the girls be needing. I need a..."

Your daughter joins in, her little voice chiming, "Big boy. A big boy."

Tom walks into the room immediately, the shock evident on his face. "So, this is what you’re teaching our daughter when I’m not home."

You can't help but laugh as your daughter continues, "A big boy. I need a big boy."

Tom strides over, picking your daughter up and looking her sternly in the eyes. "Sweetheart, I really need you to stop singing that song now, okay?"

Your daughter giggles, hugging Tom tightly around the neck. "Okay, daddy." She looks him innocently in the eyes. “Hey, daddy. What’s a big boy?”

Tom shoots you a look and mouths to you “Fix…it….”

You try your best to stifle your laughter. “Well, sweetie. A big boy is someone…who likes to eat a lot of food.”

“Ohhhh, like Uncle Matty,” she responds with wide eyes.

“Okay, like Uncle Matty,” Tom echoes, happy to finally move on to another topic.

“Hey, Daddy, can I marry Uncle Matty?”

You watch all the color drain from Tom’s face. “Over daddy’s dead body, sweetheart,” Tom replies as he kisses your daughter’s forehead and puts her back on the ground. As he leaves the room, he gives you a stern look and mutters. “No more singing about big boys, are we clear?”

You can’t help but laugh as his request sounds ridiculous. “Yes, sir.”

You watch as he tries his best not to smile. “I’m serious, doll.”