I feel ya.  After I come home from a long day at work, the last thing I enjoy is having one of my children accidentally call me "Grandma" because that's whom they've spent the day with.

Argghhhhh.

Give him a taste of his own medicine. Call him Ernie, Max, Frankie, Sneezenose, Avocado, Sally, Melissa...or all of the above. But don't show him that it gets to you, or you're just teaching him which buttons to push when he wants to get your goat.

I'm laughing now, not because Archer is calling you teacher, but because you've called him by your dog's name.  We have four dogs and I've been known to go down the list before my wee small mom brain figures out who I really am talking to.  Sounds like Archer has found out two things--everyone is a teacher, and if you really want to freak mom and dad out, call them teacher.  He'll grow out of it.  Don't worry.  By the time he is 12 he'll have another name for you when you don't give him what he wants, unfortunately, it won't be teacher.  

BTW, how you feeling????

I'm due with baby #2 in a couple of weeks, and I'm already getting my two boys' names mixed up. I've also called Sam (the three-year-old) by the dog's name. Sometimes I call the dog by the cat's name, but so far I've never called Sam by the cat's name. Ah, the vagaries of the human brain.

Oh, but that's not what I meant to comment about. (Sorry, a little bout of the third-trimester dumdums caught me off guard.) About a year ago, Sam seemed determined to call his father anything but "Daddy." For a while, he called him "Truck," which was actually pretty cool. And then he started calling him "Yellow Guy" or "Red Guy" or whatever, based on whatever colour of shirt my husband was wearing. And for a while, he called everyone but me "Po."

Kids are funny. (Remind me that I said that in a couple of months.)

If it's any consolation, not on the teacher-side but on the dog-name side, my  mom usually has to go through about six names, including deceased pets, before she gets to mine: "Colleen, I mean Mary Jo, I mean mom, I mean Muffin, Percy - JANE!"

Tucker will call Todd "Moooomm" until his brain catches up to his mouth and realizes he's talking to Daddy.

Some days I'm called Mama. It's a weird day when you're no longer Mommy and just "Hey, Mom."  

One thing that came to mind when I read this is how many different names do you guys have for Archer? He's used to being called by different things (I love in some of your videos when you call him "dude", it always makes me smile!), and maybe he thinks that "teacher" is just a nickname for adults?

my daughter attends the school where i teach and she calls me miss jessica. so i know what you are going through!!

HA! That's so funny. The creepy thing for me is that my dad accidentally calls me Vilia (which is my MOM's name!) on a fairly regular basis. EW. Crazier still, today, my MOM called me IRWIN (which is my dad's name)! If you can get past the fact that my parents have crazy names, and all the other completely inappropriate implications, um, it's actually kind of entertaining. Right? RIGHT? So glad you're feeling well, teach. :) XO

OH, PS: Today, I was reading a book to Jack that has a picture of a mom and a dad holding a baby's hands. When I pointed to the mom and asked "Who's that?" he said, "Mommy." Then I pointed to the dad and said, "Who's that?" and he said "The other mommy." That had me laughing for a good five minutes.

OK, I figured someone else would ask this, but since no one else has, I must: what is cupstacking?? (And why doesn't it suprise me that a man who wears a fanny pack would do it?)

I've only seen teenagers cupstack. Roper, you should check on youtube for some cupstacking videos, there's gotta be some!

My dog's name is TootyBoots and I've called my son that before!

I'll tell you what's more embarrassing than calling your teacher mom-- it's farting loudly in your 3rd grade classroom headed by a nun who asks who it was! When I raised my hand (amongst lots of snickering), she actually asked me "what was that?! (and yes, it was rhetorical, even at that age I knew she knew what it was!)" Of course, I just shrugged my shoulders and then she told me to control myself! I don't think I've ever turned a brighter shade of red!

I'd try calling Archer, student or grasshopper. Or perhaps you should insist that he call you Ms. Teacher and Hal, Mr. Teacher-- so you know who he's requesting!

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Enjoy, Roper... Enjoy.

(hee.)

My son calls me Papa after he returns from visits to his dad's house.  Hmm.  At least I can assume he calls his dad mommy sometimes to :)