I remember when my Grandpa Nagel would refer to me as “Matt-er-Jack-er-Matt…” He was 94, so it was understandable.
SJN is not yet 35, but often mixes the boys’ names. Recently, O proposed a solution.
“Mom, why don’t you name me Harper so that you’ll call me Owen.”
[As a grammatical note, I believe the phrase "why don't you" is the meaning equivalent of "you ought to" and therefore does not constitute a question, hence no question mark. Just a little cyga there (cover your grammatical ...)]
Posted by Martha Jane on April 13, 2009 at 11:09 pm
Why don’t you go on road trips more often. (No question mark). Not so much because you’re physically further (farther? cyga ass-istance please) but because I get great physical exercise from laughing at your posts which seem to be more frequent when you’re on the road. Side note: missed y’all at Easter dinner yesterday.
Posted by sallyavena on April 15, 2009 at 1:18 pm
We just had this conversation the other day, but it ended with Ethan saying,”Mom you need to make nametags for us so you’ll remember our names. And how you get us mixed up with the girls I don’t get it.” Tell your boys their lucky they don’t get called girls names.
Posted by sallyavena on April 16, 2009 at 2:45 pm
Just reread my comment. So much for cyga…I can’t even spell.