I took Liv to the library not too long ago. (No this isn't the time of the puddle jumping.)
I was into a really good book and she wanted to play at the computer, so I set her up and then kicked back on the couch that was close to her little station.
Every now and then I would glance up and see Liv with her littl headphones on and the mouse positioned just so, so that she clicks with her little thumb.
I would go back to my book.
This continued for a delightful 20 minutes, when suddenly over the loud speaker (I didn't even know those were ALLOWED in a library...) "Would Olivia's mom, Joanne, please come to the front desk? Olivia's mom, Joanne?"
As you may have noticed by my blog title, my name isn't Joanne.
But, alas, I looked up to find her no longer at her station.
I got up and went to the front desk where my sheepish little daughter waited, and I was greeted with a "There you are Joanne. Olivia couldn't find you."
So, then Olivia and Joanne walked quietly away from the front desk.
And I asked her, "Olivia, why did you call me Joanne?"
"Because I couldn't remember your name."
"So, you thought up JOANNE?" An incredibly old fashioned name for a five year old to think of.
And my friends, Olivia doesn't even KNOW a Joanne.