I ask that you please stop getting mad at me when I mistakenly assume the sex of your child. I’m sorry that I asked about your boys, Ryan and Danny, when they are in fact your girls, Ryenne and Dannie. I ask you to forgive me when I have to ask the sex of your child because I don’t know if Addison, Jaiden and Quinn are boys or girls. I also apologize for the bewildered look on my face when you tell me that Sammy is here for his appointment but Sammie will not be coming in. My bad.
I really do appreciate the time and effort it took you to name your child. Even if I can’t spell or pronounce your child’s name, I understand that their name has special meaning to you. I am not trying to disrespect your Irish great grandmother when I butcher little Aoife’s name.
I’m all for originality, so if you want to throw together some consonants and vowels to make up a name for your child that no one in the entire world has, I support you. I will eventually learn the correct pronunciation of your child’s name, all I ask for is your patience and understanding and to cease any scowling during my initial assassination of said name.
Reminachajeezabelle (just kidding!)
“I call everyone ‘Darling’ because I can’t remember their names.” – Zsa Zsa Gabor