I walk into the day care today and our neighbor girl says, "What's your name?"
"Stephanie."
Brady, from across the room, "Her name is Mommy!"
Me: "Not to her. Just like you can't call her mommy, Mommy, she can't call me Mommy."
Brady, after a moment of thought, "But my principal calls me 'Son' all the time."
Ha!
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