joys of being an a

i love having a name that starts with A.  it’s wonderful, if only because of the two accidental phone calls i’ve gotten from people under the age of 5 in the last 3 months.  first it was kim’s little boy who kept asking me, “what’s your name?” and refusing to believe that alison is actually a name.  and then yesterday, while i was wasting the last hour of work, i got a phone call from sam.  sam!  ooh lucky me!  so i answered the phone and the most incredible voice came through.  so luci and i talked about how she was hanging out in her room and then she put her horse alter-ego on the phone (spelled lusc, pronounced luxy) and she talked about how she was going to hang out with her grandparents who make her delicious food like pancakes and how she wishes she could send me some of the food.

i love talking to luci, because you can tell she is just having so many ideas that her little mouth can’t push out fast enough.  and she talks herself into a frenzy and then gets out of breath and then catches up with herself and gets rolling again.  it’s like you can listen to her brain growing.  i only wished i could have been talking to her in person.  then i could see her behaving like this: