The Evolution of "Mommy"

Christmas morning I was sitting in my recliner watching the action.  While the opening of gifts from under the tree had taken place with a fair amount of structure, the discovery of what was stored within stockings was rather chaotic. My mind was fragmented even more, however, because while trying to track what five other people were pulling from their stockings I was also glancing down at some shredded wrapping paper in my lap.  Still taped to a remnant of the red and white paper was a note reading: "To Jams." ...more
Tarrant Figlio - wow, your children dedicated five syllables to your term of endearment! Bless ...more