Monday, March 05, 2007
I call it "Talking to my father-in-law while taking Norma** to bed on a Sunday night."
* It's Self Portrait Day.
**My father-in-law has an endearing habit of saying names/words wrong, only sometimes. Last night he asked about Norma. He is not alone. In my world, I notice that many people mispronounce the names of friends rather frequently. My grandma does it. Many people at church do it. I have a friend named Cerise, with a soft c. Many of her dear decades-old friends call her Cherise. She doesn't say anything. In fact, Cerise does it, too. She called yesterday looking for the Mandelin's phone number. The right name is Andelin. No wonder she couldn't find it in her directory. I am rather amused by this phenomenon.