Well, my little girl turns eight soon and today, for the first time, she called me 'Dad'. Not 'Daddy', but 'Dad'. For some strange reason, it hit me. And I mean REALLY hit me how quickly she is growing up. I did a double take...'what did you call me?' 'Dad', she said, cool as you like. 'Er, I'm 'daddy', not 'dad''. 'No dad, daddy is for babies', she replied without even looking up from her cereal. Daddy used to do the nappies and the early feeds. Daddy helped with those first steps and was always on hand with a cuddle when it went wrong. Daddy made sure her school uniform was always ready. Daddy would make her school packed lunch every morning. Daddy taught her to brush her teeth. Daddy taught her to swim. Daddy taught her to ride a bike. Daddy took her to tap dancing 3 nights a week. Daddy gave up countless days out at the football. Daddy gave up countless nights out with the lads. And now, Daddy is no more.