Upon losing her Mickey Mouse Clubhouse privileges, Sara makes a Miska Mouska Clubhouse of her own

 

Tonight as I finished the girls’ bath:

Mommy: Daddio! I’m pulling them out! Would you make me a bottle?

Sara: He not Daddio. His name is Greg.

Mommy: Oh really? Then what is my name?

Sara: Mommy.

Mommy: What do my friends call me?

Sara: Mom.

Mommy: They don’t call me Lori?

Sara: Noooo. You not Wori, your name is Mommy.

Mommy: What am I called at work?

Sara: Umm….Mommio.

“Moms are the static cling that makes the little socks stick to the bath towel that is the family” -Bill Bridgeman