After the library where the boys ran around the stacks in the children's section like joyful little hellions, we took them to eat lunch at a Chinese buffet restaurant where Owen ate two bowls of miso soup and a good pile of noodles.
We were sitting in a booth and after Gibson had finished eating he was standing next to his mama while she tried to finish her meal. He leaned over the back of the booth and tapped the woman sitting there on the shoulder. She turned around and Lily apologized and the woman said, "Oh, it's okay," and Gibson patted his mother and said, "Ma-Ma."
"That's your mother?" the lady said.
Then Gibson pointed to me.
"Dat MerMer," he said.
I was taken aback. So many developmental steps in this small encounter.
Owen, bent over his noodles said, "I think he's done with MiMi."
It was a good lunch and we read a book about dinosaurs all the way home.