A bonhomie at home

I took a day off work to attend the function in Mira's school. Before we went for it, we dropped Ash in school. I guess it made him feel great to have his mother in her bright blue sari escort him to his classroom. So when I went to pick him, he came running to me with a "Mommy" cry.
Even though we (me and V) call our mothers mommy, I dont take kindly to being called mommy. We had made a conscious effort to return to our roots by making our kids call us by the Malayalam variants of father, mother, uncle, aunt etc. and not the anglicised versions that we 'learnt' to call our parents. Ash promised me later that day that he'd call me Amma :)
The next day he beseeched me to stay at home again and take him to school. Guess children like to have their moms at home to pamper them. Mira has been telling V that she likes Amma to be at home to receive her when she returns from school. This mother-children bonhomie is beginning to surprise V, who until recently was the centre of their attention.
"What have you done with them? I hope you are not turning them against me." he asks worried. I dont know myself. But I guess it has got partly to do with me spending more time with them in recent times - telling them stories, answering their umpteen queries, sharing their passion for music and rhymes etc. Ash laps up every word as I explain the meaning of a rhyme, a chapter from his Children's Bible or explain the working of a gadget.
He even has a rhyme ready for each occasion. When I prepare to leave for work, it is "Mommy's gone to London to buy a pretty hat..." and when he sees a bridge it is "Is that London bridge is falling down?" Each spider is "Incy Wincy"and each cow belongs to "Ol' Mcdonald".
I cant remember them all, but at times he takes me by surprise.