When he was little, Ryan somehow christened his paternal grandmother as “Mo”. A weird name, but somehow it stuck. (Side note: I apologize to all of my current and future nieces and nephews that the oldest grandchild came up with this name. You are under no obligation to call your grandmother Mo. The end.)
Mo is kind of an odd name for a grandma, yes, but it kind of grew on us after a while. She was just Mo and we never gave it a second though.
Until Lauryn started talking. And had a speech delay. And for some reason, had an “h” for “m” sound substitution when she said Mo.
This week, with the help of the positive reinforcement (bribe) of M&M’s, Lauryn can finally say Mo. With an M. Mo no longer has to worry about her reputation being sullied by her three old granddaughter.
I’m really glad Lauryn can correctly say Mo. I’m also really glad I have that video, because it’s pretty darn funny.