We were eating lunch one day and wondering if we couldn’t just hang around the restaurant until 2 p.m. so we could just go straight to Sonic for Happy Hour (Oh, yeah. Health nuts we are.) Anyway, the subject got changed somehow to breastfeeding and the fact that Kevin nursed until he was old enough to tie his shoes. Kevin was expressing his disdain for the awkwardness of the topic when Mike said, “I don’t see what your problem is. You used to think THAT was Happy Hour!” Made me laugh.
We have decided to name our amazingly fun kitten, Thumper. She jumps. Vertically. Makes me laugh.
My daughter calls me “maw”. I hate it. Hate. It. She says “maw” implies a good, old-timey, but hip to what her kids need, mother. I say it is the “old-timey” label to which I take offense. I asked her to stop. She said “get used to it”. I have decided to call her “hag”. Makes me laugh. I think she needs to get used to it.
3 comments:
LOL. I must say... that would get me to stop calling you "maw". and now I think I know the most awkward thing about Kevin... Some things I never thought of I now know...
Yeah, now that your son is almost 16, you might want to leave off talking about how he was 4 before you quit breastfeeding him. Awkward and unnecessary.
Love you Maw.
I'm with you -- I don't like "Maw" either. If my kids called me Maw, I think I'd shave them bald while they slept.
My sister addresses our Dad as "Old Man." That I like.
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