As soon as I start talking to my wife, Heather:
My son: ma, mom, ma, ma, mom, ma, mom, mom!
(He points to random object): Wook. (Look)
He looks at me with a shit grin – wait! He has my shit grin!
(7 seconds of Silence)
Me: So anyway…
Ma, mom, mom, ma, ma, mom, ma, ma, mom!
Can you believe this shit?