I was drawing on the sidewalk with Eva and I spelled out her name for her. She immediately came over, drew a line through it and said, “I crossed out Eva because that’s not my name.”
She then asked me to write her real name and I obliged.
She reminded me about sixteen more times that her name is in fact Dexter and not Eva. When will I get that through my thick skull?
I wonder how hard it is to get a new birth certificate…
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