Mama Sippy

This morning I walked into the kitchen and Ian was sitting at the island doodling on a paper while eating his breakfast. Over and over again I kept hearing him say:

"Sippy mama."

"Mama sippy"

"Sippy mama"

Finally he looked up and asked me, "What is it called again?"

I told him I had no idea what he was talking about. Somewhat frustrated he said, "There is a city or something called Mama Sippy."

"Oh! Mississippi!" I said.

"Mississippi! Yep. That's it." he said relieved.

Then he took his pencil and crossed out Mama sippy and wrote 'Mrs. sippy'.