Not Funny

Saturday.  Suppertime.  Charlie's playing on the floor.  Aaron's already sitting and eating.  I enter; Charlie spots me and begins to crawl full speed to me. No, no, no.  I just played with you and held you for quite sometime.  

"I'll pick you up when I'm done eating, Bug."  Continues to follow me to my chair.  I sit, and he pulls up on my chair, whining.  I ignore.  He doesn't stop.  Aaron's done eating and tries to divert Charlie's attention. 

Aaron states, "If he's bothering you, I can take him to his room."

"No, it won't bother me until he learns to say 'mama'," I reply coolly.

I look down at Charlie, and he whines, "Ma. Mama."  Seriously?

I look at Aaron, he's attempting to not laugh.

"Not funny," I say to the both of them.