As part of my continuing quest for the Mother of the Year Award, I left BC to finish her little bowl of yogurt from lunch so that I could run downstairs and get the groceries in from the car. (I figured the likelihood of her choking on the yogurt was significantly less than our getting food poisoning from unrefrigerated groceries.) When I came in the door downstairs, she heard it shut and immediately began shrieking at the top of her lungs, "MOM! MOM! MOMMY! MOM! MOMMY! MAMAMAMAMA!!!" I listened to her shrieks and was quickly convinced that they were not urgent and she was simply being loud and obnoxious. So I ignored her completely.
When I came upstairs, I said, "Were you screaming at Mommy?"
"No," she said. And then added softly, "I was yelling."
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