Macey has an incredible memory when it comes to names. She can meet a bunch of kids and remember their name -- first and last if she heard it. She's amazing, and I have always called her "my little politician" because of this crazy skill.
Today is the day when the contractors start putting our basement back together again. I wanted to make sure that the girls knew what would be happening today and told them that Frank would be coming over to start fixing the basement.
See, I am HORRIBLE at names. Sometimes I get the first letter right. Sometimes I get the syllables. But I rarely get a whole name right. So I was not that surprised when Garry reminded me last night that his name was Randy, not Frank.
I told him that I would have to remember to tell Macey because she would remember and call him by the wrong name.
But I forgot to talk to her and this morning I reminded the girls that Randy was coming over in the morning. A few minutes later Macey piped up "I thought his name was Frank?"
I LOVE this kid. She's amazing.