This morning I walked into the girls room to fetch a pair of panties for LaLa. Birdie, who'd had a rough night of wakeful coughing, had just gotten out of bed. She was standing in the middle of the room with her red hair in a swirl about her head, blinking and looking sad and muddled. She mumbled something, and I asked "What?"
"I said I wished you had called me Alyssa!" she said more clearly this time.
"Alyssa? Why do you wish we had named you Alyssa?" I asked, searching my memories as to whether we had told Birdie that we actually had narrowed down her name choice to "Birdie" or Alyssa.
"Because Alyssa is a CUTE name!" she wails.
"Well... Birdie is cuter!"
Not exactly at the top of my game this morning.