In the car. This is what I heard:
Zaffron: Mom, you’re a B.M.
Before I reacted I took a deep breath. Seemed like this was a lot to take so early in the morning.
Me: I’m sorry, Zaff. Did you say that I’m a B.M.?
Zaffron: No, I said that you are THE B.M.
Me: Zaffy, what does that mean?
Zaffron: It stands for Best Mother.
Me: Oh, thank you, sweetie.
Zaffron: Of course, you’re also my O.M.
Me: Your Only Mother?
Me: I’ll take it.