me: sure! i can help you build a tunnel. can you get your blocks?
asher: ok, mom.
me: let's build a big one so all your cars can fit through.
me: oops! too tall! it fell over.
asher: don't worry, my mom. i fix it.
can you guess what the point of this post is? did you notice a slightly disturbing pattern of words being uttered from my 2 year old's mouth?
i have officially become mom. i don't even get to be mommy when he's whiny or gets hurt. nope, i'm a full-time mom these days.
12 year olds have a mom. 2 year olds are supposed to have a mommy.
i am thankful that he throws the occasional possessive pronoun, my, in front of the word. that makes me feel like he still needs me a little bit.