Daddy Doo For Everyone!

Today Mason was eating some assorted melon with his lunch. We don't have melon very often because I'm allergic to it and I just don't think to buy it. Needless to say, this was a treat. Mason first pointed to the red chunks. I told him it was called watermelon and he attempted to say it. Not very well, I might add. Then on to the cantaloupe. Same thing, a botched attempt at the word. Lastly, was honeydew. "Huh doooo?" he asked.
That was the closest one. I smiled and said yes, just as I had done with the other two.
Then the light bulb moment came. Mason's eyes got huge and he exclaimed, "Ooohhh! Daddy! Daddy Doooo!"
"No, Daddy's at work," I said.
"No, Daddy Dooo!" he insisted, pointing at the green squares.
Then I had my own light bulb moment. Mason doesn't know what honey is, just that I call Josh "Honey" all the time. So, there you have it. Daddy Doo!