I Ain't Your Mommy

Okay. I went to the dentist yesterday. Normally not something that brings humor to my life, but it's gotta be done.

So I'm sitting there in the chair, and the hygienist kept referring to me as, "Mommy."

"Hang in there, Mommy. We're almost done."

"I need you to rinse with this, Mommy."

"I'll be right back, Mommy."

Now, granted, I'm not quite "hip," so it took me a while to figure out that being "Da Bomb" was a good thing.

But I ain't her Mommy.