Nov16

h3-oh!

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 having

 named

all of

my

3 daughters

all close in age

with

names

that

all begin

with the letter

h

has caused

me to

rarely

if ever

call them

 by their

proper name

at least

on

the first

or

the second

try

and

they’ve

all learned

over time

to just

answer

to

any of them

and

when they

all sign their cards

to me

love

your favorite daughter, h

i know i’ve done it right

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one thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child’s name and how old he or she is.

– erma bombeck

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  13. This was so funny, loved your story especially, Beth! Those girls are shiny apples that don’t fall far from their sweet apple tree! I laugh when my Mom used to try to go through the R’s- I would think of Scooby Doo saying, “Ruh ro!” Oh, oh! I am now able to call my children their proper names but the grandies get a lot of M’s and L’s until I get to the correct one. They are too little to ‘put up with it,’ and just exasperatingly say, “I’m so and so!” smiles

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  14. that’s great – my mom is one of the “S”-named sisters – my grandfather used to run through all three names, sometimes repeatedly, before landing on the correct one

    On Sun, Nov 16, 2014 at 7:44 AM, I didn’t have my glasses on…. wrote:

    > ksbeth posted: ” having named all of my 3 daughters all close in age > with names that all begin with the letter h has caused me to rarely if ever > call them by their proper name at least on the first or the second try and > they’ve all learned “

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  17. oh, my heavens? I am one of three S’s…(I know…not asses, but S’s)…and my dad would call the roll to get to my name…I am the youngest and the final name uttered…and he could never get our middle names associated with the right S!

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  18. Four of my girls are less than four years apart in age (14, 13, 13 and 11). When they get me flustered I tend to get the names mixed up, after which I simply refer to them collectively as “all y’all,” as in “All y’all just knock it off!” This tends to elicit smiles. I suppose they know their work is done.

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