When Evelyn was born, my son became Baby Bear, of Three Little Bears fame. Mostly it was an exclusionary measure - she was only given the honorary title of Little Bear when she was 5 months old and it became clear she wasn't going away. It wasn't until three months after that that he stopped making us call him Baby Bear and stopped calling me Mama Bear. And it ended rather abruptly. We were visiting friends at their house and their son called his mother "mommy." I guess peer pressure is a powerful thing, because I was suddenly mommy again, too.
Now my son is apparently Superman. And his "home" voice is now a Western drawl. He sounds like a cross between Elvis Presley and a drunken John Wayne (he's still learning how to do accents well). I know I have a bit of an accent sometimes myself. But mine is pure southern Indiana hay seed. So I'm not sure where this one comes from, except perhaps me mimicking a Western accent once when reading him a Scooby Doo book.
Oh, well. Unless I speak drastically differently than I thought I did, I'm sure this is just another phase. Could be worse.
