I wasn't exaggerating!

During the hour between 8 a.m. and 9 a.m. yesterday, Big Boy said, "Mommy" 72 times.
I stopped counting after that but here are some examples:
"Mommy, I'm sorry for hitting you, Mommy."
"Mommy, I'm sorry for knocking the stool over, Mommy."
"Mommy, I want to get off timeout."
"Mommy, I'm poopy."
"Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?" (Followed by, "Yes, Big Boy, did you have something to say?" and then silence.)
"Mommy, I don't LIKE you, Mommy."
And then, last night, as I was leaving his room after tucking him into bed:
"Mommy, I'm hungry." (Followed by, "You just had dinner.")
Followed by: "Mommy, I have an idea, Mommy. When I wake up in the morning, I can have cereal."
Followed by: "Mommy, now I need a hug and kiss."
Followed by: "Mommy, my giraffe needs a kiss."
And then: "Goodnight, Mommy. I love you, Mommy. I like you, too, Mommy."