A few weeks ago, I went to pick up BE from school early because she was sick. As a security measure (I suppose), the school secretary asked for BE’s birth date. I feel terrible whenever I get asked this question because I still have to stop and think about it. I told her the correct month and day, but I accidentally gave her the year that BC was born – 2008. Of course, that would make BE three, and once I realized that, I quickly corrected myself. Of course, I still got a weird look from the secretary.
It reminded me of something that happened when we were still looking for a pediatrician. I called one of the offices on our list, and the person I spoke to started asking me questions about the kids. She asked me BE’s birth weight, and all I could say was, “I don’t know.” This seemed to really put her off. Needless to say, we didn’t choose this doctor.
In cases like these, I can’t help but wonder if the people I’m talking with think I’m a terrible mother. After all, these are things parents just know without having to think about it, right? I just have to remind myself that it doesn’t matter what others are thinking because they don’t know the whole story.
Shannon Mackie 
Oh, please, my (bio) mom used to regularly “roll call” – going down the list of all our names till she landed on the one to whom she MEANT to be talking. And we have no hard feelings. Being a mom means keeping track of a lot of thoughts all at once! If THAT’S the worst you do, you need to offer seminars to the rest of us. 🙂
I agree with Kim. How ofter did Mom start calling me your name, Shannon? She did it to me constantly when we were younger. It wasn’t so funny at the time, but now it makes me laugh!
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thanks, ladies. I guess it’s not so bad.