My roommate has been babysitting for my pastor’s kids while he and his wife were running their fireworks tent. I dropped by this morning and discovered that I had been renamed.
I thought it strange that A., who has known me her entire life, would suddenly be forgetting my name and calling me Amanda. I had almost convinced myself that I was hearing things–but just to be sure, I asked Casandra “Did she just call me Amanda?” Casandra confirmed that yes indeed she did, and she has been calling me Amanda all week.
I’ve been planning to drop by sometime this week–and A. knew it. Yesterday, she asked Casandra seriously “When is Amanda coming over?” Casandra was confused, “Amanda?” she asked. “The big Rebekah!” (to distinguish me from a highschooler in our church also named Rebekah-or Rebecca maybe) Then A. clarified a bit more. “Amanda is my friend’s name.” (that is, her friend from down the street.)
I can’t say that it makes any sense, but A. referred to me as “Amanda” at least five times today. So, hello, my name is Amanda. Or anything else you care to call me, I suppose.