Blogger Backstory I

When my middle child - my boy - was four years old, he wasn't always quite himself. For a while, he insisted that everyone call him "Rockstar". So picture me dropping him off at preschool, when one of the other parents said something benign, like - "Hey Aidan, I like your shirt". Aidan would swoop in with a swift correction, "Rockstar, call me Rockstar". Believe it or not, the day finally arrived when he no longer wanted to be called Rockstar. He continued, however, to speak fondly of his friend Yo-yo which he did for more than a year. Apparently, Aidan and Yo-yo went to car school together (don't ask) and a day didn't go by when we didn't hear of some plan or another that Aidan had made with Yo-yo. At least "Nother Mother" was finally gone. We used to hear of Aidan's Nother Mother who always drove a cooler car and routinely let Aidan do things that I, his real mother, wouldn't let him do.