Evil Son

Suzanne sent Wm a birthday card with a crisp $10 bill inside…
Me: Look at that! Money you can use to buy me a Mother's Day present!
Wm: Nah.

He did make me an awesome card out of construction paper yesterday that included a very sweet message.  Also, he said he planned to make me breakfast in bed.  So, I guess he can be forgiven.

Lastly…
Me: Now that you're 8, are you still calling us "Mommy" and "Daddy" or have we graduated to "Mom" and "Dad?"
Wm: Mom and Dad.
Steve: NO! I'm not ready! I still want to be Daddy! I let "Daya" go too soon and I regret it!!
Wm: Nope, you're Dad.
Steve: Well, I don't like it.
Me: I'm fine being Mom.  I'm fine with whatever you want to call me, buddy.
Wm: Mom.
Me: OK.
[30 seconds later]
Wm: Well, how about we say I'll call you Mom and Dad when I'm in 3rd grade?
Me: That's fine! Like in a few weeks when 2nd grade is over?
Wm: No, like when 3rd grade starts in August.
Steve: YES. That one.
Wm: [to me] But why do you call Daddy "Daddy" when he's not your dad?
Me: I don't know. I do it when I'm talking to you because he's your dad.
Wm: You don't need to.
[2 hours later]
Me: Wm, go ask Steve to come inside for dinner.
Wm: OK. That's weird. Never do that again.