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Thursday, November 19, 2009


Lately Hannah has been calling me "Dad". She's not the only one of our kids that has gone through this phase of using names interchangeably. She usually calls the hubby by his first name though, which cracks me up. Earlier tonight, she called me dad, so I decided to use the moment to once again tell her my name is "Mommy".

Me, pointing to myself: My name is Mommy. MOMMY.

Hannah: Mommy?!

Me: Yes. Now, who is this?

*I point at her*

Hannah: Tigger!

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