The other day my son decided that we would be a family of cats.
I’m “Mommy Cat.”
My husband is “Daddy Cat.”
My son is “Buddy Cat.”
His baby sister is “Baby Cat.”
Cute. Meow!
Until last night, we’re eating dinner when he announces we are no longer a family of cats — we are now pigs.
I’m “Mommy Pig.”
My husband is “Daddy Pig.”
My son is “Buddy Pig.”
His baby sister is “Baby Pig.”
I don’t like where this has gone and hope this new declaration has nothing to do with my figure.
ABOUT ALICIA: Alicia is the founder of Balancing Motherhood.com. Last year, she managed to stay sane while completing an MBA, working full-time, blogging, and still baking amazing birthday cakes — all while raising a young family at home.
Andrea says
LOL – cute! In our family 3-year-old is into prinecesses, so she’s Cinderella, daddy is Prince Charming (or just “Charming” as she calls him), baby is Tinkerbell and I’m the fairy godmother. At least I’m not the wicked step-mother!
akeorlando says
That is too funny! I would think the worst would be a “family of jackasses.”