What kind of Mom?

When we picked the kids up from school today Emma grabbed her baby sister in a big hug and said, "Hello my Chunky Monkey!".

After school today Aaron was looking for something to eat. I kept giving him suggestions but he wasn't finding anything he wanted. After asking me for the 8th time what he could eat I said, "Aaron I've given you lots of choices, it's not my fault your being picky and don't want to eat any of them."
Aaron glared at me and said, "There's nothing good to eat! I'm so hungry I'm going to die!".
I said, "Well, if you do we'll bury you in the back yard and try not to let the dog dig you up."
Aaron blew a raspberry at me and said, "Mom! What kind of Mom are you!?"