While driving in the car, D3, buckled in her lounge recliner/car seat, suddenly shouted, "Mom!"
It is a little odd to me that someone so young calls me by that name. Even D2 and D1 still call my "Momma" and "Mommy". I am fairly certain that "Mom" is something your children call you when they become arrogant teenagers. Not when they turn two and start to talk.
Since I was driving and focused intently on the snowy winter roads, I ignored the salutation.
"Mom!" she shouted again - very distinctly. I continued to drive.
"Mom! she burst with even more gusto.
"What, Sweetie?" I finally replied.
"Here! Hold this for me," she demanded.
Musing to myself at her unusually mature speech, I briefly glanced over my shoulder to see what she needed to me hold. However, I declined taking the little "gem" she had pulled from inside her nose that was perched at the tip of her finger.