A few days ago, all of a sudden, Gus stopped calling me “Mama,” and started calling me “Mom.”
At first, I thought (hoped?) it was just a fluke, but he’s showing no signs of stopping.
All day it’s, “Mom, juice.” and “Mom, help.” or (my personal favorite) “NO MOM!”
I knew it would happen eventually, but I sort of figured he’d be older.
Like, I don’t know, 10. Or 5.
I’d have settled for 3.