Today E pointed at our shoe horn and said, “Mama.”
Auntie Em and I chuckled and said, “Is that your mama?” and handed it to him. He smiled affectionately at the shoe horn and gave it a kiss on its pointy plastic mouth, then carried it with him into the living room.
This is it: you can see how he mistook it for his mother figure.
I’m not sure what to make of this. Any insights?