Thursday, July 5, 2012

Awkward

That moment when your foster child calls to you, "bye, mom!" when they are being held by their, uhh, mom.   Awkward.  I learned long ago, though, that if my own children call me mom, the little ones copy, and there is no stopping them.  I do feel bad for the moms, though, because that has to be tough to hear.

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