So I get in from work one evening and find my mother trying to fix something. My apologies, for the life of me, I can’t remember what it was but it was giving her a fit. If you know my Mom, you know she is a living MacGyver.

I come up behind her, Dale is standing in the doorway, and I said “excuse me Sweetie, let me get here, let me see if I can do it.” As she is getting up we both hear Dale take a very loud gasp. We both turn around to see what’s wrong with him.

I make eye contact with him and before I can ask him what’s the matter he says very sternly to me “Aw, you called your mother out of her name!!” I said “oh Dale, Sweetie is a term of endearment, I didn’t call her out of her name.”

He proceeds to tell me that “she is your mother, not your Sweetie, and you shouldn’t be calling her out of her name.” There was nothing I could say except “I’m sorry, I’ll be sure to call her Ma, Mommy, or Mother going forward.” He said thank you and rolled out and left us both in the kitchen looking all kinds of crazy.

If you know Dale, you know he typically learns things one way and won’t deviate too far from it. I’ve taught him that we don’t call anyone, period, out of their name and that’s it and that’s all to him.

There are no dull days in this household and I wouldn’t change a thing.

#literallyspeaking