Mop and Pop

At some point, your classmates start talking about ‘Mom’ instead of ‘Mommy’. For whatever reason, Libby, Sarah, and I skipped this developmental stage, and so sticked to 'Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’. In public, we’ll usually say ‘my mom’ instead, as we avoid sounding overly juvenile. Out of earshot, though, we sisters occasionally amuse ourselves by calling them by another set of names: Mop and Pop. That’s what I’ll teach my babies to call Alec and I someday. So when they overhear talk of other kids’ mommies, they’ll sit quietly in their mud puddle and wonder why they have a Mop instead.