So, back to my problem.  Ryan has, for the last year and a half, referred to his mother as Mama Jama.  This was directly caused by my incessant singing of Paul Simon’s “Me and Julio” which begins with the lyric, “Mama Pajama rolled out of bed.” I assume, for the moment and for grammatical reasons, that Mama Pajama is a proper noun though I’m not sure about that since 70s folk music is filled with countless innuendos and references to drugs.  It is entirely likely that Mama Pajama could be mama pajama and something you can roll in paper or bake in brownies.

So, back to my problem.  Tonight, as Ryan was protesting bedtime, he began to scream for Mama Pajama. At least I think it was Mama Pajama and not mama pajama since two is clearly too young for that sort of miscreant behavior.  After ten minutes of “Mama Pajama, I don’t want bed” I realized that this nickname, while endearing, is a bit strange.  I’m hopeful that he realizes his mother is a wonderful woman who has worked hard to be a great mother and isn’t just a fictional character in Paul Simon’s greatest song…or worse.