"Butmommy, I still have three minutes left on my screen time."
"Butmommy, I took a bath Monday."
"I know I said I was full Butmommy, but I was only full of vegetables. There is still room for cookies."
"Butmommy, you have to get up. You promised GOD you would always feed us."
"I know I said I wanted that kind of treat, Butmommy I like yours better."
"Butmommy, I don't mind if the dog licks me in the mouth. I don't think its gross."
"Butmommy, I don't want to sit next to my brother, HE'S gross."
"Butmommy, why do YOU want to look at stuff in the store?"
"Butmommy, why do I have to wash my hands if I didn't touch anything in the restaurant bathroom?"
"Butmommy, why does Daddy have to go to work?"
You get the picture. Here's the thing, I know that they will grow and mature and that they won't always call me Butmommy. Their words will evolve and just like most of us, who as adults no longer call our parents Mommy and Daddy, my own kids will seek a more grown up way to address me.
Though I want to savor every moment of this time, I do look forward to the day when they call me BUTMOMMA instead.