In which I am That Sappy Mother

Noah was helping me put groceries away. "Thank you, Son...day. Heh." I chuckled. "Do you like it when I call you Sunday? Or Sunscreen? Or Sunshine?" Noah started to shake his head but I interrupted him. "When I call you Sundae I don't mean the day of the week. I mean like an ice cream sundae. Because you're so sweet." Noah rolled his eyes in the way all first graders have perfected and simply replied, "Gross."