Tyler was incessantly calling my name.
"Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?"
I didn't really mind at all. He was just chatting away, not really needing me, just liking the feel of my name.
Suddenly, Tucker put his hands on his cheeks and said, "What, Tyler? What? What? What? What? WHAT???"
Oh, dear. It's possible that Tucker was mimicking the very thing I did to him this morning when he was whining my name far past the point of endearing.
That's not a fun mirror to look into, let me say.