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yeah it is a weird one to stop and think about - particularly as presumably, alternatives in the bedroom are things like Sir which presumably tie back into either feudal or military type nonsense? ah, kink. You have made me wonder though whether usage links to when there are multiple languages at home as a potential point of correlation for people who call their dads daddy because it's usually an early translation point you have (I used it probably the same length of time, if not more - because it was a sort of one-for-one swap between the Serbian 'tata', which sounds odd in the middle of an English sentence (although not at the front when you're calling someone downstairs or whatever)).
Haha, im 30 and still call my parents mommy and daddy. There was a point in my teens and again somewhere in my 20s where i felt pressure to switch, but it would have taken effort and especially as a kid i was generally opposed to the symbolic trappings of growing-up. In my 20s i did adjust slightly to call them mom and dad when in mixed company, but it still kinda feels like, not their names, in a weird way? If i think about it too hard its like, oh i guess its weird that i use the words mommy and daddy still, but also every other thing i could call them feels forced. I guess if I ever have kids i could start calling them Bubbe and Zeyde.