The other morning, I hear the pitter-patter of Carson's little footsteps coming towards our room. He came in yelling "mama" and tugging at my arm until he knew I was up, and then he ran towards the kitchen because that is always his second stop after our bedroom. I was taking my sweet time getting out of bed, and the whole time I hear him yelling, "mama, mama, mom, mum, ma, mama." And then out of the blue, I hear, "mom, where are you!" as clear as day. Jason and I just looked at each other and started cracking up.

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