I returned from a weekend women's retreat yesterday afternoon, and M has been ending almost every thought directed towards me with "Mommy". I think that means he missed me. Here's a conversation I had with him as he was watching me bake this afternoon.
M: "I want to watch you, Mommy. What are you making, Mommy?"
Mommy: "I'm making cinnamon rolls for Women's Bible Study tomorrow." (there was intentional emphasis on "Women's Bible Study" so he didn't think he'd be getting a roll for dinner)
M (with enthusiasm): "You're making cinnamon rolls to take to Jesus, Mommy???"