And, by the looks of it, he seems to have things pretty well figured out.
He's only 3 years old, but he speaks 2 different languages, English and French. Well, at least that's the plan. Anytime we don't understand him, which is 97% of the time, we blame on the French accent.
Plus, he's got the memory of a steel trap. Once, when he was about 1, I came over to visit him while chewing gum and blowing bubbles. For the past 2 years every time he sees or talks to me, he calls me "bubbles". (If I ever decide to get a night job that requires a pole, I am totally using that as my moniker.)
So, you can imagine how flattering it was when I found out that my nephew, Christian, thinks I married...
TO MY BROTHER! - Yikes!
No joke. Along with calling me "bubbles", he now constantly asks "where's Mo?" with every encounter. And, according to my sister, Jennica, a few months back he was flipping through his family picture book. "Kimberly and Matthew", "Adam and Julie", "mommy and daddy", "baby Sarah Jane" and then he ran across a photo of me and was totally distraught by the sight of me solo. "Where's Mo? Where's Mo?" He was confused, Mark wasn't with me. Did we break up?!?
Hmmm... I am not sure what to do with this information! I might have to actually take a real (non-familial) date to my work Christmas parties.
And, I guess I could throw him off if I found someone to bring home for the Holidays and other special occasions.
But, until then, I'll just pretend inside my head that "Mo" is French for... Steve... or something!