What do you call your Mommy if you are an angry 4-year-old and haven’t yet (thankfully) learned to talk like a sailor?

You Sunshine Booby Potter!

From the same 4-year-old, that night at bedtime:

Scene:  Mommy & Cameron snuggled together like spoons in Cam’s racecar bed, ready to say goodnight.  Cameron snakes an arm up around Mommy’s neck…

Cameron:  Mommy, I love you!  You are a very nice Mommy… sometimes.

Mommy:  Oh Cameron, I love you too!  You are a very nice boy.    (notice how the very nice Mommy keeps the ’sometimes’ to herself?!)

C:  Yes.  Mommy, I love you no matter what.  If I didn’t love you, my heart would cough and sputter.  And then it would shudder.  It would cough and sputter, and then it would shudder, and then it would break into… break into bones.

M:  Well, then it’s a good thing that we’ll love each other forever.

C:  Yes.