A boy was flying a kite with his mother in the shade of the Washington Monument.
“Mommy, do you like me calling you Mommy?” the boy asked.
“What else would you call me?” she said, as she tried to keep up with him.
Later, I called home on my cell phone.
My husband answered: “J Dog!”
(In a nod to street culture he calls me J Dog and I call him B Dog. He started it.)
In the background, I heard my son chattering away.
Then, my four-year-old called out: “J Dog Mama!”