"Momma, what's his name?" which is pronounced "Waahename" Alice asks holding her little stuffed beanbag dog into the air. This little animal has become her favorite toy of the moment and the dog goes everywhere with us. We always refer to the dog as Doggie. For once my kid is going easy on me. An answer that I know.
"Alice, isn't his name Doggie?" I reply. She sakes her head no.
"Momma what's his name?" She asks again looking up at me with her big tear drop blue eyes.
Perhaps the child wants me to name the dog. After all she has at least 3 dog stuffed animals named Doggie.
"Hmmm, let's look at him." She shakes the animal and over her head then holds the dog towards me. When I go to take hold of it she snatched the dog away and hold him to her chest.
"How about Lovie? Since you love him so much?" She shakes her head no.
"No momma das not he name. What's his name?"
"No! Momma Anabel our pet dog." I take a deep breath. Is this kid messing with me?
"I give up. Honey tell momma. What do you want to name your doggy?" She scrunches up her face and her little furrowed eyebrows meet in the middle.
"Mommy. Whats he name? My doggie. Momma what's his name?"
"Rin Tin Tin?"
"He no tiger momma. He is doggie." Am I on a hidden camera show? I fell like I am in the real life version of Who's On First. How did I get into this conversation more importantly how can I get out. I have an idea.
"Hey Dylan!" I yell . "Dylan can you come in her for a minute?" Dylan runs into the room and I ask him.
"Sweetie, can you help me out? What's Alice's dog's name?"
"Mom, his names is Doggie." Dylan says as if I had just asked him what planet we live on. I look at Alice who is smiling and nodding.
"Yes! He name is Doggie!" I shake my head close my eyes and plan my revenge. I am going to be an uber difficult loud cantankerous old lady with poor hygiene and I am going to refuse to die.