Baby boy and I were eating our morning snack today, watching the "Host Chat" portion of Regis and Kelly, when he jumped up and, through a mouthful of toast, started yelling "Mama! Mama!" while pointing to Kelly Ripa. I can see how he'd be easily confused:
Kelly Ripa - Blond and styled, perfectly coiffed
Mama - Brunette, hair hasn't been washed since Monday, but I think there were probably remnants of yesterday's mascara still hanging around on my luscious lashes.
Kelly Ripa - 100 pounds soaking wet
Mama - How much does a compact car weigh? Because I'm certain that, during this pregnancy, I've surely surpassed it. And to be soaking wet would imply that I had a chance to shower. Not since Monday.
Kelly Ripa - funny. Sometimes.
Mama - Well, this one I can understand. I'm a regular comedienne. Hey - I performed at comedy clubs in NYC, so I must be a little amusing.
I guess I should be flattered. I find Kelly Ripa to be an attractive woman (but not in the same way that I find Angelina Jolie to be attractive.), so I guess my son has good taste. Makes me feel a little better about his obsession with pink tu-tus and purses in the toy store.