Conversation yesterday with a store clerk...who had been raving about the beauty of my two young "babies." (ignoring Matthew completely)
Clerk (addressing Lizzie): "Aren't you just the cutest little baby ever!! What's your name?"
Lizzie: "No, Yizzy."
Seth: "Her name is Lizzy."
Clerk: "Oh, Lizzy! Is that short for Elizabeth?"
Clerk (turning to Seth): "And what is your name?"
Clerk: "Sam? What a lovely name...it's one of my favourites."
Seth: "No, not Sam. Seff."
Seth looked helplessly at Matthew.
Matthew: "My brother's name is Seth and my sister's name is Lizzie. And my name is Mmm-aaa-thththth-ew."
Said as if she were a little slow on the uptake.
I couldn't help it. I laughed aloud at the absurdity of the conversation...besides which, I was annoyed with the clerk because she'd said to Lizzie earlier in the exchange that Lizzie's hair was beautiful but that she bet that Lizzie or her mommy might want to trade it for easier hair! As if.