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I’m the Mommy Because I Said So

Last weekend when my parents took Bean to Disney, he came home with a new set of toys.  My mom said they were shopping in one of the Disney stores at the end of the day and she and my dad were looking for a t-shirt for Bean while he chilled in his stroller.  When they turned around, he was sitting there calmly, but he had pulled this little bag of rubber figurines into his lap.  She said he gave her his look like, “Well, I’ve got my souvenir.  Are you guys ready to go yet?”

And actually, he picked a pretty perfect toy for himself.

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They are little rubber figurines of all the Disney characters.  Bean loves them because they are just his size.  He carries them everywhere now.

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And did I mention that they are rubber?  That’s awfully good chewin’…  Wherever he goes now, he’s always got at least one of them with him.  He knows their names, too.  He says, “Mimmy” for Mickey and “Gaw” for Goofy.  Pluto is tricky, so he hasn’t said that one yet.  And he calls Donald Duck, “Quack.”

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You know what else Bean has started to say?  Mommy!  He’s never really said my name all the much and when he does it’s always been “Momma.”  But the other morning, he woke up and said clear as day, “Mommy.”

I died a slow, happy death.  It was the sweetest sound ever.  It was the sound I’d been waiting for ever since he was born.  Mommy.  What a title!

I immediately scooped him right up and covered him in kisses, singing out, “YES!  I’m Mommy!  Yes, Beanie!”

But as I was dancing around with him, he began squirming and motioning towards something so I put him down.  He walked right over to Minnie Mouse, held her up to me, and said again, quite distinctly, “Mommy!”

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Getting a little nervous at the confusion here, I patted my chest and said, “Mommy.”

Getting a little frustrated at my clear silliness, Bean held up his figurine and said, “Mommy.”

Well that’s just perfect.  He calls Minnie Mouse mommy.  I carried him in my womb, I birthed him during a painful cesarean, I cared for him when he was a wrinkly and twitchy newborn, I helped him learn to eat/walk/talk/be a human being, and after all of that, one lousy girl with a red bow and big ears comes along and suddenly it’s all, “Mommy this” and “Mommy that?”

I always knew Minnie was a hussy.

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