Today, at lunch, the boy child called me 'Mommy' by mistake. I replied, "Just don't call me Mr. Mom." Well, this was all my two progeny needed. Lunch erupted in a chorus of "Mister Mommy" and "Mitta Mom-mee". I pretended to be mad, and that my head was exploding. We were all belly laughing. It was fun.
I have plenty more content to post, especially from the busy Thanksgiving weekend (Happy Belated, btw) -- I've just been too busy or tired to write it down. Stay tuned.