“Moooommmm?”

“Moooommmm? Is it seven-thirty yet?”
“Moooommmm? Can we come in yet?”
“Moooommmm? Can I have some juice?”
“Moooommmm? Can I have some cookies?”
“Moooommmm? Who’s coming over today?”
“Moooommmm? When will I be turning six?”
“Moooommmm? When is Kate coming?”
“Moooommmm? When is Athena’s birthday party?”
“Moooommmm? Is it time for Athena’s birthday party yet?”
“Moooommmm? How many minutes now?”
“Moooommmm? Can we go to the pool today?”
“Moooommmm? Do I have to have swimming lessons?”
“Moooommmm? I want to watch Cars.”
“Moooommmm? The DVD player isn’t working.”
“Moooommmm? I think Alice broke it again.”
“Moooommmm? Can I come in there?”
“Moooommmm? I’m hungry.”
“Moooommmm? Can we do an activity today?”
“Moooommmm? I want to go to the pool.”
“Moooommmm? I promise I’ll try hard swimming today.”
“Moooommmm? Are you going for a walk?”
“Moooommmm? When will you be back?”
“Moooommmm? I can’t find Darla.”
“Moooommmm? I can’t find my flashlight.”
“Moooommmm? I need another kiss and hug.”
“Moooommmm? Good night.”

Next thing out of that child’s mouth is going to be “Moooommmm? Put down that knife.”

WHY ON EARTH DOES SHE HAVE TO START EVERY. SINGLE. UTTERANCE. THAT WAY???

I’ve been complaining about this for weeks. Finally, today, Jerry had had enough of it and said, “HELEN. Leave your mother ALONE!”

They’re at the pool. I am not. I am enjoying not being beckoned with a whine for the short respite. Ahhh.