Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Pearl Strikes Again

A knock at the door.

It was a new neighbor, stopping by to introduce himself to me.

"My daughter has been playing a lot with your daughter Angelina," he explained.

Angelina? I stared at him, confused.

"That's not her name," Kyra helpfully explained.

The man at my door looked more confused than me.

I looked down at Ainsley, who was closely examining her shoes, and asked "have you been telling people your name is Angelina?"

"Well," she replied, "it is my nickname."

So, okay. If you hear any stories about some crazy new kid on compound named Angelina, just remember, it can't possibly be my daughter. Her name is Ainsley.


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