Happyrrhic Father's Day

As part of my regularly-scheduled Thursday talk with Kait0r, she asked me when I was next going to come visit her.  "Father's Day weekend," I replied.  She got excited and told me she had something to show me:

"I have a scrapbook!  But it's not for you!"
"Oh, whom is it for, then?" I asked, anxiously.
"Byron!"
"What's in it?" I asked, nervously.

Before she was so hyper and vocal about her thoughts with others, I feared that since she never grew up with me around--only with Byron--that she wouldn't understand the actual concept of who a father is; further, I worried that it would impact the role she saw of a father later in her life.  A couple years ago, I felt a bit of relief when I noticed that she only referred to Byron, my ex-wife's new partner, by his name, but did address me as "dad."

"Lots of pictures of me and Byron!"