"Don't call me that anymore, Mama."
I was really disappointed. I knew that the time was coming when my little girl would no longer let me use pet names for her and would insist I always call her Elizabeth. It looked like the time was here.
"What do you want me to call you instead?" I asked glumly.
"Baby. You can call me Baby. Or, do you know what I really, really prefer you call me?"
"No, what, honey?"
"My love. I like it best when you call me My Love."
I was so relieved. Maybe she isn't growing up too fast after all!
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