Now I'm being forced to take that back.
Madelyn... er... Mad-A-Girl... em... Mad... *sigh*... none of those work any more.
Oh no, not for my girl. Try it and her initial response is a giggling, "Madelyn isn't Madelyn. Madelyn is
Did you know I call my daughter by her wrong name at least 15 times an hour? Who knew?
Rocket is fairly tolerant about the whole thing. I mean, it took her four whole days to go from laughingly reminding us to telling us through clenched teeth EACH AND EVERY SINGLE FREAKING TIME we slip up.
It's been a week and a day. And now?
Now she hangs her head in forlorn dejection, clearly wondering if she was adopted or switched at birth.
She is pitiful and we are pathetic.