"Mama?"
"Um-hmm?"
"How come you always call me your lil' snugga-bugga-boo?"
"Well, I suppose it's because you're just so huggy and cuddly and you love being tucked-in tight, tight, tight like a cute lil' burrito in your blankets... My boooootiful-bug-tucked-all-in-snug... so, I just can't help myself 'cause you're my lil' snugga-bugga-boooooo."
"It's kinda embarrassing..."
"I'm not embarrassed!"
"No, it's embarrassing for meeee... 'cause you say it in front of my friends and they call me 'a mamas boy'.....
"That's okay, you are a mamas boy... you're THIS incredibly proud mamas boy!"
"They don't mean it like that..."
"What should it matter what anybody else thinks?"
"I dunno... I guess it doesn't, actually....."
"So, I can still call you my lil' snugga-bugga-boo, then??"
"I guess..."
"Really??"
"Yes."
"I'm so glad!"
"But... just not in front of my friends..... okay, Mama?"
*sigh* "Okaaay..."
"Or, out loud..."
"Greyhounds are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

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