“Thank you, Petey,” I chirped to my little helper who all on his own found some trash and dutifully ran to throw it away.
“Tanks, Billy-Jenny-MOMMY,” he responded.
It’s okay. I know who I am.
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I thought us absent-minded parents of multiple children were the only name mixers? Heehee, he’s so cute! Hey, since you have NOTHING else to do…how about turning that belly up there into a baby face? JK, in your own time…I DO love that pretty, blue shirt!
One of my nieces use to think her mother was “mommy” and her father was “mommy-daddy.”