That is the number of times that Nana said “mama” on the very short trip home from dinner tonight (maybe 10 minutes total).And yes, I actually counted.
Is it any wonder I’m tired of hearing it?
The irony is I couldn’t WAIT until she started talking. Now, I long for silence.
It’s always a really odd exchange, full of nothingness.
“Mama! I’m just eating!”
“Mama, I’m playing with sister!”
“Mama, I’m drinking my juice”
I get a play by play of her every action. And, on the off chance I don’t hear her the first “mama”, it’s repeated over and over, each time louder and louder.
Just silence, please.