Sunday Morning Interaction

I was just loading the dishwasher on this fine Sunday morning, thinking about how much fun we're going to have at the apple orchard today, when I heard La say, "Sweet Mama" from the other room. I was touched. I walked into the living room, eyes misty, thinking of how precious my baby girl is. I answered her with, "Oh, honey, you're my Sweet La too!"

She looked up from the TV at me, perplexed. Then it dawned on her that my statement was in response to her "kind" words. With a look of annoyance she explained, "NO MOM! 'Sweet Mama' is what you say when something is gross." Duh! It's an expression of disgust, not endearment.

So I walked back into the kitchen to finish the dishes, wondering what could possibly be "gross" about Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.