Mommy.

Genevieve has finally named me.

She calls me...

(drumroll)

Mom.

Mom? MOM?!

I don't even get the obligatory year of "mama" and the following precious years of "Mommy"?

She speaks like 20 words, nearly all of which are only gross approximations of words, EXCEPT for "Mom".

Hmph.

Oh, and also, Payne came home with this on Thursday:

 

He named it Mommy.

 

See? My shame is written right there on the styrofoam for all of preschool to see; staff, students, and room moms alike.

 

Listen Son, my personal appearance between the hours of 6 and 8 a.m. is supposed to be a closely guarded secret between you and myself.

 

Again.

Hmph.