Z.: Are you my mama?
S.: Yes, I'm your mama.
Z.: Are you my big mama?
S.: Yes, I'm your big mama.
Z.: Is that my little mommy?
A.: snorting We know who wears the pants around here.
S.: I think it's time to join Weight Watchers
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Groan. My kid called my husband fat one day; I'm sure I'm next.
Before last night, "big mama" always contrasted to "little Z."
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