When M1 was young, we outsourced her to a baby sitter while we worked. And every evening, she would wait by the front door, around the time when we would arrive to fetch her home. At such a tender age (hardly two), she seems to know when to station herself there. Upon hearing the car pull up at the gate, she would then run off to the kitchen yelling, “My Angie Lee is here!!!!!” to report our arrival.
Years later, M1 would not be calling me by my name but variations. When “Oh Mother dearest…” is uttered, I know she wants to buy something and would be at her best in manners to make her case. However, when “Eh! You know…” leaves her mouth and is quite often, I would shoot back with “Eh?? A?! B?! Excuuuuuse me!!!” and the proper address will fall into place. It’s a jovial banter that I don’t recall doing with my mother in my younger days.
Unlike her elder sibling, M2 has summoned me “Sup Philaf!” (albeit a short stint only) during the Captain Underpants years. But she has also decided to give me a superhero name. She claims all moms are like superheroes and as the name “Angie” is so “nyeh”, I need a more heroic sounding name. So my superhero alter-ego is called……
Linda. Smack you if you laughed.
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