The P Is Silent!

Growing up I used to get so aggravated when my mother would confuse my name with my brother's (Vinnie G. became Puh-Vinnie G.). I guess this was much better than my poor brother who would get called by the dog's name (Peppi, oh I mean Paul. . .). It became the running joke that the P was silent in PVinnie G. I would then complain that my mother couldn't even tell her kids apart and how could a mother not know her own kid's names. What was she, senile? This was obvious proof that she did not love us at all.

Years go by, the brother gets married and has a couple of kids. All of a sudden Sarah has become Kah-Sarah. The scary thing is that it isn't my Mom doing it, it's me. I'll look right at Katie and call her Sarah. The frightening part is was my mother just being normal or. . .

Am I turning into my mother?

A truly frightening prospect!