1 Mother 2 Another

A few days ago, Maddie’s class had a
competition to give themselves a name – you know, the
All-Stars or Cougars or Champions or whatever. Her teacher, Mrs.
Hall, stopped me at pick-up that afternoon and said, “Ask
your daughter what name she suggested for my class.”


A little while later, I brought it up and said, “So what name
did you come up with, Maddie?”

She turned to me, suddenly furious.
“I can’t believe it! My name didn’t get a SINGLE
vote other than mine! I just don’t get it! My name was the
only one with alliteration – the only one that started with
‘H’! I just don’t understand why my name
didn’t win! Do you know what won? ‘Mrs. Hall’s
Superstars’! My name was SO much better!”


Maddie was very put out.


I strove to get her back on topic. “Yes, baby, but I’d
still love to know what name you suggested!”


She turned to me, smiling.


“Mrs. Hall’s Hooters!”


Ah.


Yeah, I can’t explain that one to her. So not ready.


And yes, I did a number of very funny jokes on the subject, on the
phone to a good friend. Can you blame me?