May 27, 2010
that’s my name, don’t wear it out
Before I forget, I have to share (for posterity) one of my favorite things that happened this week.
Baby Swiss and I were at a friend’s house for a meeting and then some playing, lunch and good old-fashioned visiting.
My friend’s four year-old had a beef with Baby Swiss and came to tell me about it, “Hey, Baby Swiss’s Mommy…”
Most of us have had the experience of being known as so-and-so’s daughter/son/sister/brother and usually groan about it. (Some of you more polite people probably groan inwardly.)
I like being known as so-and-so’s mommy.
Let’s just hope so-and-so keeps her naughty behavior to a mild enough level that I don’t change my tune on this one.