Cam has a nickname for me. It's Jerry--as in Tom and Jerry, his very favorite cartoon. Every morning when he wakes up, he says to me, "Mom, I am Tom, and you are Jerry." Then he proceeds to call me Jerry for the rest of the day.
Now he doesn't even bother with the daily clarification. He just calls me Jerry from the moment he opens his eyes. He calls me Jerry at home. He calls me Jerry in the store. He calls me Jerry in front of others, at church, at pack meeting, at Kiddie Kollege. You name it. He even refers to me as Jerry when he is talking about me to other people. (Example: "Where is my Jerry?" or "Hey, has anybody seen my Jerry?" ) It doesn't matter if he is happy, mad, sad, or excited. He still calls me Jerry.
A few nights ago Mike put him to bed, and he wailed through his very real tears from his bed for me, not "Mom!!!" or "Mommmmy!" But "Jer-rrrrrry! Jer-rrrrry!"
I suppose this is what I get for saying something like, "If I hear someone call me 'Mom' one more time, I'm going to lose it!!!"
So now I'm Jerry.
As a side note: Here is a recent conversation between Cam (Tom) and Mike, who he calls Spike from time to time. (Spike is the Dog on Tom and Jerry).
Mike: "Hey, Cam, what does your shirt say?"
Cam (Tom): "It says 'Here comes trouble!'" (emphasis on the word "trouble.")
Mike: "Wow! That's right! You're so smart!"
Cam (tapping his head with his finger): "Yeah. I'm a genius!"
You can't help but love that little turkey.
"Mothers of little boys work from son up to son down."
