Today is my mother's birthday. Which is great since she just so happened to be in town. That means she gets to celebrate it with her family, her kids and her grandson. Gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.
On the other hand, I think I tend to gush and fuss over my mother a little too much. And that gets a little creepy. Think Anthony Perkins in Psycho. Or that Michael Myers fella in Halloween. Or the entire male population of Singapore. Hahahhah! Okay, that last one was a cheap shot, but a Singaporean chick once told me that the guys down south have this fixation on their mommies.
Anyway, I've always been some kind of Momma's Boy.
And for some reason, Jesse too is turning out to be a Momma's Boy. It's infuriating sometimes how he only wants Mae to carry him. And at nights when we put him to bed, Mae and I usually play with him on our bed. We'd play Hide 'n Seek and the boy will look for us as we hide behind pillows. There was time when he'd declare Game Over when he found Mae, leaving poor Daddy to remain hidden in the sheets, unwanted and alone. *sniff*
Despite being a Momma's Boy myself, it doesn't change the fact that Momma's Boy Jesse gets on my nerves. Which leads me to believe that nobody likes a Momma's Boy. Except his Momma, of course.
Mae had better make me a Daddy's Girl soon.