I had a friend in college who called his parents by his first names. Thought it was the weirdest thing that his parents taught him to use their first names - so weird, that I made the behaviorist parents in my novel who help screw up their child do the same thing.
Wouldn't you know it - I don't know why Sofi likes to do it, but she's started calling us by our first names. For almost the whole first four years of her life we were mama and dada, but now we're Jamie and Cathy. At least when she talks to other people we're still "My Dad" and "My Mom"...we've gently tried to coax her into calling us mama and dada again but haven't pushed it.
So, that friend in college, need to re-evaluate. Maybe it wasn't his parents at all, maybe it was just his thing.
Had this conversation tonight:
Sofi: I really wanted Cathy to use this bathroom.
Me: Well, it's too late now. A lot of times in life we don't get what we want. I know I don't always get what I want.
Sofi: What did you want that you didn't get?
Me: Um...um...um...I want to eat junk food all the time.
Sofi: That isn't healthy.
Me: And I wish I never had to sleep.
Sofi: I like to sleep. Sleeping helps you grow.
Sources of Truth and Caching
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