My dad had a nighttime routine for me. He would sing me two songs: “Sailing, Sailing” and “10 Little Indians” (I bet that’s not PC enough to sing anymore). As he was leaving my bedroom, he would say “See you tomorrow, but not today” (which I think is a line from Hop On Pop).

I called my dad Papa until I was about 9, and then I decided that was for babies so I called him Dad. (Same thing for my mom: “Mommy” turned to “Mom”)