So today we're listening to the blues. Aidan doesn't normally take in this musical style but since he was a passenger in my car he had no choice. I had the radio on the Des Moines station I like. Anyway, there's this song with the lyrics something like, wish everybody had a mama like mine. These words over, and over. Wish everybody had a mama like mine.
Aidan lets it go for a while and finally gets indignant.
"Mom, this song is just weird," he says. I chose not to explain to him the other meaning of the word mama.
"Why would people want someone banging on pots and pans to make people clean their room and do their chores?" he asks.
All this in the car while his mama is driving to pick up his playdate at his playdate's gramma's. Then take his playdate to his playdate's mama's to get his overnight clothes. Agree to also invite over the playdate's brother. Who informs Aidan's mama that he will not be staying overnight and will need a ride home later in the evening. (Think that may get delegated to big daddy.)
This mama told her baby that he's in charge of breakfast, sheets, and entertainment. But's there's only one mama lifeguard and so you all know from where I am blogging.
Thanks much for coming over! It's so nice to read your comments and know that you're out there.
With love, Terri
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