I never thought I'd be that sappy kind of mother. You know the type.
She buries her face in old onesies when she finds them at the bottom of
the closet and doesn't come up coughing from the scent of mold growing
on super-old spit-up stains.
OK, I'm NOT that kind of mother.
But I am the kind who hates being called "Mom." I prefer "Mommy," thank you very much.
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