On Saturday, the cold that I've been holding at bay started making another fierce attempt to surface. Instead of shopping earlier in the day, Roon and I thought it would be an excellent idea to take our kids to run errands right around dinner time. After all, tired and hungry kids beat the pants off happy and normal kids, any day. We wanted a challenge!
A fairly uneventful trip to Costco was followed by a less than desirable trip to Walmart. I can't really blame my children for the fighting, crying, and general mayhem. After all, I was tired, hungry and cranky too!
While standing in line to checkout, and knowing that we had at least one more stop to make, Roon suggested I run over to the McDonald's by the front entrance, and grab the kids some cheeseburgers.
What seemed like an hour later, we left the store. Purchases, children, and completely unbalanced meal in hand. Roon loaded the bags into the back of our van, while I buckled the kids, and distributed their dinner.
Boo, ecstatic with her nutritionally lacking meal, looked up at me, smiled, and said "Dane doo, Sam!"(For those of you who don't speak "toddler", that was "Thank you, Sam!")
We had a quick conversation about how inappropriate it was for her to call me "Sam", and told her that she had to call me "Mommy" instead.
This morning, Boo asked me for a snack.
"Can you open dem?"
"What did you just say?!"
"What are you SUPPOSED to call me?"
"You wanna try that again?"
"Yes. Tanks, Sam!"
Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of a modern family when you least expect it...
Now how do I make it stop?