Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for February 26, 2020

My own mom would do that, although for some reason she’d name her three sons out of order, resulting in my name ending up last instead of second.

Or they would “roll call” it.

Mom didn’t yell, but whenever she spoke to me, she called me “Michael”, my brother’s name. She never got mine right on the first try. I guess after having 8 kids, she just couldn’t keep us all straight in her head.

I guess lots and lots of moms do this! Great comments!

Not just every mother… Every father as well!

My mother-in-law had three daughters: Maureen, Kathleen and Margret … and a child called Maur-Kat-Marg. Margret really got upset when her mom called the dog before her.

Name them all the same Aunty.

LOL! My mother did that too, and added a couple of my younger aunts to the mix!

Our dad would also run through both our dogs’ names.

My mom’s best friend in grade school was one of 10 kids in her family, & her mom would run down the list: “Jim John Boyd COLLEEN!!!”

Had a buddy who had 3 other brothers. The mother would shout all of their names when she was upset with one of them!

My mom would, also, do it. My brother’s names were Jay and Jimmy. With all of our names starting with the letter J, she called roll as well.

In all this time I thought my name was dammit.

3 kids, 2 cats and 6 cockatiels with starting letter S.

The same thing happens with me and my dogs…

Forget it. All of You, Line Up for Punishment.

Our Sunday School teacher had six boys. Ralph was the youngest and was around our age. By the time his mother got to “Ralph” he was nowhere to be seen.

Sometimes my mother went through all three of my sisters’ names before she got to the right one: Becky, Jenny and Gretchen. She never made that mistake with me, because I have no brothers.

As an only child, I got called the dog’s name.

Our mom would say all the names of men or boys she knew until she’d hit the right one for my brother.

My cousin and I are ‘onlies’. Our grandmother would get us mixed up. Now my mother gets us mixed up. Sigh.

For years I was convinced that my Nana actually thought my name was “Ken-mike-jeff-kiersten-paul-kevin”, going through my dad, uncle, uncle-by-marriage, and two cousins (one the wrong gender and both younger) before finally getting to my name. Never quite was sure how Jeff got in the mix.