The kidlets and I were visiting an old friend of mine and her little boy. I hadn't seen them in ages, and it was good to catch up. The five of us were sitting around the table, being very grown up with our cups and saucers, when Butterball asked me a question.
"What's the time, Mummy?"
I answered, and my friend's little boy started laughing incredulously.
"What's funny, young whippersnapper?" I asked smilingly. Or words to that effect.
The poor little boy could hardly speak, he was laughing so much!
"You're not Mummy!" he finally replied.
So there you are! Apparently, there's only room in his house for one Mummy and he knows very well who that is, thank you very much.
2 comments:
Hee - my munchkins have also encountered the same confusion - 2 mummies being referred to as, well, mummies...
WHICH ONE IS THEIR MUMMY?????? ARGH! etc etc.
And wait until they find out about (Eqyptian) mummies....
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