Sam: Is my mom dead?
Me: Me? Or (birth mom’s name here)?
Sam: Oh yeah. My birth mother.
Me: Very much alive and well. Why do you ask?
Sam: Well, she had me a long, long, long time ago.
Me: True five is old. But in grown up years that is still not a long time. And she is younger then me, so I wouldn’t worry about her health unless she tells us to. Hey, Sam do you like the term birth mother? Or would you prefer to call her your birth mom, or just call her by her name? Or is there something else you’d like to call her?
Sam: Well, since she was my first mom, can I call her that?
Sam: And you can be Second Mom.
Sam: Second Mom, can you help me put on my pajamas?
Me: I’m fine with you calling me Mom when we’re in real time.
Sam: Yes you are my real second mom. And I am your real first son. And Marcel is just a nut job.