Ma, Mama, Mom, Bruh

Ma, Mama, Mom, Bruh. Four words, plastered across a sweatshirt that I bought before the boys could read. Now that they can read, let me tell you, it is their favorite sweatshirt. They are obsessed anytime I wear it. Bruh being the pinnacle of hilarity. Every once in a while, it’s all they call me.Continue reading “Ma, Mama, Mom, Bruh”