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:
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'.