(Translation: Momma, hug!)
Khalid said Momma. And then he said hug. And then I gave him the squeeziest of all Momma Squeezes and asked him to say it again. And he did. And then I hugged him again and sent him on his merry way to play with a puzzle, because if you hug him too much he just gets irritated. But still. He called me Momma. And he hugged me. And because I’ve waited three years to be called Momma, I think I’m entitled to some tears of joy.