The days I want to remember

I don’t always realize that a blog post doesn’t have to be long and involved, and because of it, I probably miss many everyday happenings that would be easy to record. Case in point, a conversation I had with Andrew this afternoon…

Our nine-year-old son came up to me, and started talking about his friend’s mom, but couldn’t recall her name. He stammered and stumbled around for a moment, before finally saying, “Ummm….Mrs. Yates said that some day I should come over to play. I’m sorry I couldn’t remember her last name. I know her first name, though!”

“Mrs., right?” I teased.

“No,” he replied. “It’s Shonda.”

“Well, isn’t that my first name?” I followed. “Mrs.? As in Mrs.

He looked at me for a split second before exclaiming emphatically, “No! Your first name is MOM!!”

Of course it is. 🙂


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