When I was in California a few weeks ago, I mailed Clementine a letter. This is the voicemail I received from Linette, telling me that she’d received it… I felt like shit. I have dyslexia, but still. No one should misspell their daughter’s name.
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At least you didn’t accidentally address the card with the name of one of the children from one of your many, secret, polygamist marriages to women in other states.
Let me tell you, THAT makes for a rather awkward homecoming…
In my defense, it is a rather complicated name. Ten letters is a lot.
Can I guess the spelling?
Was it, “Klebenton”?
Am I close?
My father has never spelled my name right and I turned out just fine. All was forgiven when I saw a check for my brother, Jacob, written to Jack. Just start misaddressing all your letters and she won’t think anything of it.
Teachers and classmates could find “Clementine” a little tricky, anyway. It might not be the worst idea to think about a nickname for the kid before school begins. “Tina,” “Clem,” maybe; “Cammi…”
If you’d called her L. Ronette like the people at the center told you to when they gave you the frozen “sample” everything would be clearer.
Don’t worry too much about it Marc
If this is your worst offense as a parent, Marque, you’re doing really well!
Yeah, it could have been a lot worse.
You’re a monster. My father beat me with an axe, but he never spelled my name wrong. I feel sorry for little Cimtime.
I will pass all of your kind words along to little Kleberstine.