Every single sentence out of Rose’s mouth starts with the word “Mommy”. “Mommy, you forgot to get me some milk!” “Mommy, look at me! I’m standing on the stepstool!” “Mommy, listen to what Pinkie Pie said! *snorts*”
It’s adorable, but it grates on my nerves. It gets to the point where I answer in an annoyed voice by the end of the day because the 10 million insistent “Mommies!” are never followed by anything important. I know I should love hearing her say “Mommy!” so much, but yeesh, kid, you can talk without saying my name!
I just found out from my husband that when she’s so programmed to saying “Mommy!” all day that whenever she talks to him pretty much every sentence out of her mouth starts like this: “Mommy, I mean Daddy”.
I’m a little fuzzy on the details, but I vaguely remember being told I did something similar as a kid. When I talked to my dad, I would either say that or just “Moddy”. It got to the point where my dad’s nickname from me was “Moddy” for a while– a combo of Mommy and Daddy.