Three weeks ago Son No. 1 announced he would no longer be calling me ‘Mummy’, I would be ‘Mom’ instead.
When I asked him why he told me it was because ‘Mummy’ sounded too babyish.
And from that day he has not faltered ONCE.
“Mom, guess what happened today?”
“Mom, can I have a snack?”
“Mom, can I go on the computer?”
Mom! Mom! Mom! Now I know how Jan from The Brady Bunch feels.
I HATE MOM.
I like Mummy. I like how it sounds, I like how it rolls off the tongue, I like how it DOESN’T REMIND ME HE’S GROWING UP EVERY SINGLE TIME HE SAYS IT.
Stupid aging and getting more mature.
Son No. 2 told me he’s going to call me Mom, too.
I told him if he did, he was grounded.
They wanna play hardball? Bring it.
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