Her Siblings Are Parsley, Sage and Thyme

A couple of days after Christmas, Mama was looking at all of the Christmas cards we received. They were all adorable, and I don't know that there's any part of the Christmas tradition that I enjoy more than the volumes of pictures and cards we get in the mail. Aside from the birth of our Lord and Savior, of course. Sorry if I briefly lost focus on the Reason for the Season.

Nonetheless, Mama was looking over the cards with a fine-toothed comb. How old is Molly now, she asked. Does Kristi just have two boys? Look at that little Sarah - now SHE is gorgeous, and her brother looks just like Melissa. You get the idea.

So I'm answering and "yes ma'am"-ing as I clean up the kitchen, and I hear:

"Oh, and would you look at Tracey's beautiful children! Sweet John and Mary Riels and...Rosemary."

"ROSEMARY?!?!?! Mama - Tracey doesn't have a child named ROSEMARY. It's RAMSAY."

"Oh, yes - that's what I meant."

Cracks me up every single time I think about it.

I think the reason it tickles me so is because my mama is the queen of making a mistake and pulling it off like it's exactly what she meant to do.

For example, at my baby shower Mama gave me several things for the baby, and on the tag for one of them, it said, "To my darling Alexa."

"ALEXA?!?! Mama - we're having a BOY, remember? Named ALEX?"

"Well, he'll always be sweet Alexa to his OuiOui."

Of course he will. :-)