(Continuation of “Ma! Ma!!! I never know what she’s DOING back there…” )

This might be a new low.



Less than two weeks ago, I received the following text from Zack:

So, being the good, caring sister that I am, I gave the appropriate dramatic, concerned response.

We then proceeded to have an in depth, highly detailed and descriptive discussion of his symptoms. Niagra Falls was used as a metaphor to describe the intensity. And, again, like a good, caring sister, I listened and offered sympathy.
Flash forward 13 days, he sent me this video of his dinner tonight:
No. I’m out.

Kid (who has 2 siblings): “My mom always calls me the wrong name.”
Me: “Let me tell ya something, kid. That’s just what happens to parents who have more than 2 children. They can’t keep everyone straight. I’m one of four, and my mom did the same thing.”
Kid: “Yeah but it’s not just that she calls me by my siblings’ names.”
Me: “I know. Let me guess. She also calls you by your uncle’s name. Or her best friend’s name. Or your cousin’s name.”
Kid: “She calls me by the dog’s name.”
Oh. Yikes. That’s rough.
(related to Family Communication and Communication is Not This Family’s Strength )