Mulli of the MidWest

One Small Word from ManKind, One Giant Leap for MulliKind

I, Mulligan, have once again achieved my rightful position, that of the Alpha Position at the Mulligan Compound, leaping over Dad.

The Wee Lass arrived here at the Mulligan Compound with a great deal to day. However, considering her great journey, it was all in: "Spanish Toddler."

I greatly admire the Wee Lass for her intelligence at assessing the political situation for her first word was by far the most important: "MaMa."

Of course, Mom has nothing to do with my role as the Alpha. In her very Momliness, Mom is an entity unto herself. All at the Mulligan Compound have learned to live in abject terror of her and at the same time abject love of her momly ways, oh, those home baked cookies, the broccoli cheese rice casserole, and her ability to perfectly pack a boy scout camp bag. I have no desire to take over Mom's role. I would be happy to change diapers (yum, diaper delights!), give baths, and pack lunches. Unfortunately, I am far from nurturing, and instead of offering encouragement over homework I would most certainly growl and bark, and any tears would just be met with a bite to the closest body part.

Anyhoo, I, Mulligan, do not often care to admit it, but I have many nicknames. Due to the nature of my overbearing personality, most are not fit to print. The current family favorite is: "MO."

Well, well, what could possibly be the Second Name that the Wee Lass has learned to utter: Oh, would that be "DaDa?" NO!

Nope! Put me, Mulligan, back in the Alpha Position! Yes, the Second Name that the Wee Lass has learned to utter clearly is: "MO!"

And there is no denying it. It has happened more than once, while I have been right there, next to her.