The last week, I've had a terrible cold. Today, my voice finally bit it. I spent the day charading at my kids (I'm going to call that a word too), gesturing wildly, making stupid faces, and whispering when I had to. It was half fun, and half awful. But, all of the kids then whispered because I was-- kinda funny.
Hector: Are you going to come tomorrow?
Me: Yep. I'll be here.
Hector: Not if you keep drinking that soda. Soda is bad for you.
Me: Thanks, mom.
Hector: No, no. Don't call me mom. I'm not your mom. Call me.... grama.
Me: Oh yes. That's perfect. I am calling you Grama from now on.
Hector: Oh no. What did I just do?
Heh heh heh. Indeed.
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