Tonight, my six-year old and I were playing basketball. I make a nice shot (nothin but net, thankyouverymuch) and Jake hollers, “Good shot Dude!”
I inform him, I may be many things, but “dude” isn’t one of them.
Stumped, he stares at me, “Ummm…so what do I call you then?”
Here’s a wild idea, how about “Mommy”?
He grins, “Naaa, I mean, what other than Mommy?”
“How about Queen Mommy?”
“No way!”, he shouts, laughing.
“ok..how about Your Royal Highness?”
“Mmmoommmm”, he groans with an eye roll
I concede. “You’re right, honey“, I respond warmly. “How silly of me”……………
….and that’s why from now on, I will be know as The Supreme Commander.