We are trying to raise independent children; hopefully they will be able to think for themselves and will have good decision making abilities by the time we are done with them. However, they are still little, and I hear a lot of “Mommy? Mommy! Mooooo-ooooooom!”. I don’t know about you, but it drives me slightly bonkers. So I made a new rule a couple of weeks ago. I no longer answer to Mommy unless they say it with an English accent.
The small squeaky one is all over it. She once spoke for an entire week with a Scottish accent after watching How to Train Your Dragon. The tall hormonal one finds it a little embarrassing in public. It amuses the crap out of me.