Ava: “I need a JOB so I can make some money. Like a dog walking business.” 

Bry: “Can’t you learn to day trade or something?”

Owen, to me, in a fit of inexplicable rage: “You’re not my father any more!”

Me: “Owen, I’m your mother.”

Owen: “No, Dad is my mother.” 

Then, later that night: “I love you, actually. You can be my mother.”

3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Rebecca's Mom on February 21, 2016 at 7:47 pm

    I believe Ava was just about this age when she announced to the entire Boston Gardens population, “You are NOT my Mom!” And with her blonde hair and big blue eyes, who in the world would have questioned she did not belong to the rest of us?

  2. Posted by Rebecca on February 22, 2016 at 11:02 am

    Yes, and I think we agreed that only a mother would insist on keeping hold of a screaming toddler. A kidnapper would move on to an easier mark!

  3. Posted by Gramma Great on February 22, 2016 at 6:48 pm

    I remember it well………….

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