Every morning, when I finally make my bleary-eyed trek downstairs to the waiting children and busy-bee father, I am greeted with a happy celebratory chorus. All three children, at once, stop whatever they're doing to run over to me and shout "mama! mama! mama!" It's complete with adoration and smiles and it's probably the closest I'll ever feel to being a rock star.
I have to imagine that it drives Kevin completely nuts to hear the kids happily great me when they'd more than likely just been screaming in their hangry pre-breakfast moments.
Thomas invented this game, by the way. His excitement in seeing me every morning is unparalleled.
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