Tonight, as we were winding up the mountains and mountains of homework that Ella, who is in kindergarten, had on the docket, we found ourselves talking about fire safety. A stop, drop and roll was in order since she didn't get to do it class. "Only Ethan got to," she reported, "Ethan Day."
"Alright, go on over and kiss Daddy Day goodnight..." I told her, knowing that she would think that was pretty funny.
As she walked over to David Day, she laughed and said "I'm going to call you Mama Brittany!" after one of her friends at school.
"What's Brittany's last name?" I asked, preparing to call myself Mama Rodriguez or something similar.
"Areola" Ella said. I really can't help myself as I hid my face in my hands and laughed silently. Areola?! Mama Areola?
I think some clarification is in order.
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