Three hours of driving later, I rang the doorbell.  “Who’s there?” I could hear my former father-in-law asking, in that tone adults reserve for asking a child questions they know the answers to.

“My Mama!” I heard Acorn respond.  He fumbled at the door briefly, then flew into my arms.  “Mama!  I miss you!”

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” I said.

“Dis my Mama!” he announced to his grandfather.  I set him down, and he led me into the house.

“Dis is my Mama!” he told his grandmother.  “Daddy!  Dis my Mama!”

He did that for the rest of the day, introducing me to store clerks, my brother, random strangers, and eventually my own parents.  “Gran-Gran!  Dis is my Mama!”