I went through the drive-thru yesterday getting us Happy Meals for our picnic lunch with Kevin (by the way, McD’s has Batman or Wizard of Oz toys here right now). Anyway, the worker handed me my meals and said, “Here you go, Ma’am.” I thanked him and drove away. Ricky asked, “Momma? Why did that guy call you a man?” I processed his question a moment, realized the mistake and we had a little discussion about what a “ma’am” is. This was quickly understood, I thought, since I compared it to me frequently calling him “sir.”
Today I taught him a new game. Billy was napping and I took the opportunity to teach Ricky “Old Maid.” He caught on and did really well (although he isn’t so good at not showing me his cards as he spread them out on the floor to find his matches). When Kevin came home from work, Ricky excitedly told him that he learned a new game. Kevin, naturally, asked what and Ricky proudly told him that he and Momma learned how to play “Old Ma’am.”