Identity Crisis

My friends have adorable twins who will turn two in August. I love those little guys. They don’t have huge vocabularies (ok they beat me at Scrabble - how was I to know they would pull a triple-word-score "zephyr"?), but they have learned some essentials. And they’re learning new words every time I see them!

The newest development is correct responses to questions like “Who is coming to visit you?” or “Who is that?” So when they’re asked about me the response is always the same. It goes something like this:

-Parent: “Who is that? Can you say Melissa?”

-Twin: “…uh…(pause)…dah. (very affirmatively) Pootsie.”

-Parent: “That’s Melissa. Can you say Melissa? Say Mah-liss-ah. Say Melissa!”

-Twin: “…uh…(long breath)…(more affirmatively) Pootsie.”

When they see pictures of me? Pootise. When I am on the phone? Pootsie. Melissa? Nope, just Pootsie.

So apparently I am Pootsie, my dear friends. It's nice to meetcha.