At least that's what my son Pete's naughty, little friends think. When they're out playing together, I can hear them crying out to me: 'Petesmom! Petesmom! PETESMOM! followed by a complaint, a question or a request for mediation.
So when they told little Pete he couldn't play, he didn't hesitate for one minute and called upon this superwoman. He came to me and cried: 'Petesmom, Petesmom!'
Normally I'm just 'mom', but when the going gets though I change into… (drum rolls): Petesmom!