The Boy and I have this thing. This thing where I say, "That's my baby!". He will then promptly reply, "That's my Mama!" It's a good thing we have, The Boy and I.
In fact, this morning on the way to school, we did our thing. My heart was warmed as I sent him off to a day full of PreK fun.
A short while ago, he was fussing with Makenna over something seen on the television. He came up to me and proclaimed that I must tell her she was wrong. I did. He then grabbed my chin to turn to him and told me to tell her he was right. I did.
He was a tad disgruntled and I asked him if he needed me to rock him like a baby to make him feel better. He then exclaimed that he wasn't a BABY!
I was allowed to rock him for a short minute. I started singing this nonsense song where I talk about rocking my baby. He quickly informed me I was to call him "KID". I was reminded of this at least six times while trying to sing my song.
Somehow, "KID" doesn't fit into the "Rockin' my Baby" song I've sung for the last four years and six months.
I think I'm sad.