That’s “cute things they say”
DH has been working a lot. A whole lot. Thing One and Thing Two spent one entire day “mama”-ing me to death. All day long, “Mama?”, “Mama!”, “Hey, mom!”, “mom-can-I”, you know the drill. For some reason, I was the parent chosen to read from The Magic Treehouse that night, probably because they no longer recognize what their father looks like. I wearily said that I would read if they promised not to say “mama” again before they went to bed. The next thing out of Thing Two’s mouth? “Jen?”
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