Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Not even "my little moogy"?

Ian and I are leaving the Chik-fil-A and getting into the car.

Ian: Mom, I don't want you to call me any more names.

Me: (raching my brain to recall a way I've insulted him)........names?

Ian: Right. From now on, I just want you to call me Ian, or Miller, or Mitchell, or Henning.

Me: Aw, okay.

Ian: or Child. Child is okay.

Me: How about Son? Is Son okay?

Ian: Son would be okay.

Me: How about Sweetie Bear?

Ian: no.

Me: Cookie Puss?

Ian: NO.

Me: Noodle? Widdle Pooky?

Ian: NO!

Me: Cutie Booty? Nu Nu Boo Boo?

Ian; MOM!!!

Me: okay, okay, fine. Ian it is.

Ian: Sweetie's okay too.

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