Didja notice?
In my last post I referred to Madison as Pennie (last paragraph — while Pennie might indeed have been staying up late last night, it was Maddie who was keeping the grown-ups awake). I tend to do this after visits — I call ‘em by each other’s names. I’m sure it’s way Freudian but I’m leaving the mistake because here it is, proof on blog, that I do this. I just caught it scrolling through my LJ friends-list because I’m subscribed to my own feed.
(In my head it’s because they look alike. I’ve noticed Brett sometimes does it, too.)
Or you could just be writing super fast like me.
Or talking super fast. This weekend, when trying to say LittleBrother’s name I called him, in order:
Oldest Male Cousin, Next in Line Male Cousin, BigBrother and THEN LittleBrother.
I am fabulous as of late.
Yup, I often call Madison Noah, Peanut and even Brett but I never call Noah Pennie — just Madison! And I’ve called Pennie Madison before, too. That’s been going on since Madison was a wee little babe. I really think it’s because they look so much alike and in those early sleep-bleary days, I would sometimes have them truly mixed up in my head.
Well they *do* look like clones.
My mother does that ALL the time. She’ll also add in my father’s name to the mix sometimes, which screws everything up!
My mom used to do that–call a kid by a different kid’s name, and I find myself doing it, sometimes, too. And this past weekend when my “baby” sister (I was 13 when she was born) was visiting for my son’s wedding I was calling her by my 17-y-o daughter’s name and vice versa.
I’d like to think it’s a mom thing, that when we’re busy, tired, or distracted, our brains reach for the wrong name because it’s in the back of our minds.
Under normal circumstances (i.e., when my sister from the east coast is not out here in Colorado), I’d never call DD by my sister’s name or vice versa. But using the wrong son’s name or the dad’s, sure! :p