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K: The Boy has been depressed all day.
Cake Lady: Why has he been depressed?
K: He’s depressed because his name doesn’t have an “H” in it. I have an “H” in my name.
Cake Lady: He DOES have an “H” in his name.
K: No, he doesn’t.
Cake Lady: E-T-H-A-N.
K: Eat, your name has an “H” in it.
TB: No, it doesn’t, Mom. You told me it didn’t.
K: It does.
TB: NO, IT DOESN’T.
Oops.
The Cake Lady says:
I told you so.
July 9th, 2008 at 7:25 pm
The Cake Lady says:
oh, I guess it doesn’t help that you call him “eat” and my son calls him “efan”. So in that respect you are right.
July 9th, 2008 at 9:51 pm
Brittany says:
This might be the greatest thing ever!
July 10th, 2008 at 6:03 am
sam says:
Ha!
I once filled out my kid paper work for daycare as “Cater” instead of “Carter” — the supervisor STILL hasn’t let me live it down.
July 10th, 2008 at 7:49 am
Bellamomma says:
When Noodle was 2 weeks old I totally blanked on her name at the peds office … then couldn’t think of her birthdate.
I still think Sleep Deprivation kills.
July 10th, 2008 at 8:48 pm