The Boo refuses to say “Ma,” “Mom,” “Mama,” or even “Beee-otch” to identify me as the all-sacrificing parent who has given everything short of her own life for his very well being and happiness. It’s “DAD” this or “DAAAA” that.
So we play a little game here in this house.
K: Ethan, who is your favorite? Mom or Dad?
K: Ethan, who do you love more? Mom or Dad?
E: DAAADDD! (starting to laugh)
K: Ethan, who is stinkier? Mom or Dad?
E: DDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAADDDDD! (giggling uncontrollably)
K: That’s right! Ethan, who do you think should clean the kitchen? Mom or Dad?
K: Whose gonna argue with a 14 month old?
The kid is our very own Magic 8 ball, except you know the answer to your question before you even ask. It’s a great party trick.
So this morning I opened an eye to breakfast-in-bed, complete with coffee and on a silver tray. This was very special. You are probably thinking it was pretty special because it was served on a silver tray, and don’t get me wrong, that never happens. But what was so special was that my husband brought me coffee. I’m not allowed to have coffee on account that coffee contains caffeine.
Of course it has caffeine, you say. That’s why people drink it in the morning. But for those of you who know me, I don’t need caffeine in the morning. Or ever, for that matter. I jump out of bed with the intent to use my 25,000 words a day by 10:00 am. For that very reason, NO COFFEE FOR COOKIE. But he brought me coffee because it was mother’s day.
The baby then proceeded to upend my silver tray sending coffee into my eggs and all over my bed. I burst into laughter.
K: Now it is really Mother’s Day. I am so glad to be your mom, Ethan.
He looked at me so serious and touched my face.
And then he laughed. Everyone’s a joker around here.Share on Facebook