I ran through the usual name gauntlet: a sibling, a cousin, one of our old dogs, possibly a chicken, and then finally blurted out, “Oh, whoever you are, come here!”
Without missing a beat, my husband—who has witnessed this before and lived to tell the tale—said, “Maybe we should start putting ear tags on the grandkids.”
Now before you poo-poo the idea, just think about it.
Never again would I be confused about who I’m talking to. No more name roulette. No more muttering under my breath while I try to remember which one is the soccer player and which one eats ketchup on everything including toast. And if there are twins involved? Problem solved. Color-coded ear tags and we’re golden.
Of course, tagging your grandkids like livestock is generally frowned upon by polite society (and probably several government agencies). So I propose a compromise:
Name tags.
Issue one to each child upon entry. Pin it to their shirt. Easy peasy. If I have a senior moment, I can just read it. Nice and simple.
…Assuming, of course, I can find my glasses.
4 comments:
Tags wouldn't do any good. I'd still forget.
maybe we could number them - you're kid #1, you're kid #2~! LOL!
My Mother would call us by numbers, mostly when she was upset and or frustrated, and there are 6 siblings.
It really didn't help her much, hey you ,the one I'm looking at worked the best....LOL
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Maybe colorful necklaces with their name on it, you could make a fun project out of it. I sometimes call my adult son my brother's name because they look a lot alike.
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