Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for June 19, 2013

it’s kinda funny, they’re saying “Hi Mrs. Gumbo”in my day, we’d come in saying, “Hi Mrs. Pasquale’s Mom”

At least Rose is being a good sport about it…

When and where I grew up all the neighbourhood kids’ parents were always Mr. or Mrs.. Definitely, not first names. That was considered to be disrespectful.

Maybe those mothers should politely tell those kids "My name is ________________ and those kids would use that name. Otherwise, just in fun, those mothers could say, “Hi, __________’s kid.”

Rose is a yogi…

Rose doesn’t treat the kids as if they were her arch enemies.

Rose’s house is one of the GOOD neighbourhood houses … ALWAYS open for the kids to have a fun, safe place to hang out. She’s a GOOD mother.

I hope they’re not rubbing their heads against her butt to dry their hair!

:) I remember a similar one where the baby fell asleep under yoga mom

If that were Vicki doing yoga, all the neighborhood dads (and some moms) would be playing follow the leader too!

And Teresa, here (even now that I no longer have a parrot that the kids liked to visit) the neighborhood kids often bring me their drawings or just come to play (and pick my oranges in season). They all call me Miss (1st name).

Last time I was away on a trip, a bunch were at the door before I was able to open my suitcase (after the cab dropped me off) and sang me a welcome song.

I never liked to make anyone feel old, so I just went by first names.

For us it just depended on the adult. Some were Mr. or Mrs. (last name), some were first name. There was a real close group of us in high school and we all called each others mothers Mom.

I’m in my mid 30’s and I’m still uncomfortable addressing my friends parents by name, my own parents too for that matter.

Now that is a flat tummy

Growing up in the 1960’s we called our friends’ moms by their first names because we were told to. Never seemed to call the dads anything. Just mentioned to husband the other day that my cousins’ "other’ grandmother was called bubby by them (Jewish name for grandma) and we grew up in the late 1950’s and 60’s calling her that also. In my teens it occurred to me that it might be rude now that I was “grown up” and asked my mom what bubby’s last name was so I could call her Mrs. X. Mom said bubby was preferred. I called husband’s grandmother Mrs. Y and she told me to call her Grandma (before we were married) and she was upset when I did not. (My in laws on the other hand I never really called anything.)