Jackson is currently finished with his nap and I can usually stall awhile as he gets mildly interested in a book in his bed or whatever in the world he does in there. (He's still caged by the crib - thank God - so he must WAIT until I retrieve him.)
Just now, he started calling for me, "Mommy, mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy." High pitched, low pitched. To the melody of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."
And then, when I didn't go to him immediately (again, stalling), I noticed a pause.... then, "Tricia, Tricia. Tricia. Tricia. Tricia."
I AM NOT TRICIA. I AM MOMMY. HEAR ME ROAR.