I don't remember when he was Mommy, but I love Papi. He is sweet and kind and he takes out the trash for me if it's heavy and disgusting. Now we can do father-son things like baseball games and bowling. Except we really don't like those things, so I think we'll just keep doing what we love doing, like watching cheesy 80's action movies and talking about music.
I think if I could tell someone how to deal with this, I would just say, "You get used to it. It's not a big deal."