Our house sounds like a test-facility for “your mom” jokes lately.

We’ve been teaching Dictator that the Husband and I have parents just like she does. She seems to have grasped that Grandma is also my mother, but whenever we talk about Grandma’s upcoming visit, she asks, “Oh, your mom?”

She’s also been throwing out completely random references to my mother, and this morning, the first words out of her mouth were “Where your mom?” (Grandma doesn’t arrive for a few more days.)

The best, though, was earlier today: I was grumbling that the yogurt in the fridge was old, and Dictator said, “Oh. Like your mom?”* 

Poor Grandma. 

*When asked to clarify, Dictator said, “Like your mom like yogurt like you like yogurt?” Nice cover, kid.