Things I hear

I was in the kitchen getting ready to head out the door with the boys this evening.  TH was in the bedroom getting ready to go to work.  I hear.......

"Peace out!"

"Peace out!"

Baby Boy comes strutting through the living room into the kitchen.  Truck in hand.  Grin on his face.  Saying, "Peace out!" heading for the garage door to load up into the car.

I died laughing and responded, "It's 'Peace Out, Bra-tha'."

"Peace out, Bro!"

"Peace out, Bro!"

By this point I am cracking up.  TH response is, "Your mama needs to quit saying these things to you." 

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Last night I was doing something. Can't remember what it was.  And I hear, "Cookie! Cookie!" (No, that's not my real name but we all know I don't do real names on the blog so that's what my name is. K? K, thanks!)

I stop what I'm doing because it's my 2 yr old calling me by my first name.  I look at him and say, "Excuse me?!"  He grins and says, "Cookie, I need some juice."  For real! I about died on the spot!!  First I have to look away because it's all I can do not to laugh. So I compose myself and respond, "I'm Mama to you.  Not Cookie!"  He promptly responds, "Mommy, I need some juice."  With a smirk on his face and a laugh in his voice.