During a lunch date with some friends this week, I was gathering food and beverages while Tucker sat at the table with my mom.
He looked at his grandma and said, "Mommy? Where go?"
She explained that I was on my way to the table. Tucker responded by looking around the restaurant, calling, "Trish! Trish! Trish!"
Once he saw me, he shouted, "Trish! EAT!"
Interesting. After all this time of just waiting for him to speak, I have suddenly found myself in the place of deciding exactly what he is allowed to say.
For the record, he'll need to call me Mommy.