Our friend Renee came by this week to see our son, Peter. But my daughter Anne couldn't quite remember Renee's name, or maybe she couldn't pronounce it, because she kept calling her "That One."
As in, "I want That One to play with me!"
Right to her face! Pointing and everything!
It was hilarious.
"Angel, it's rude to call someone 'That One' to their face," I lectured. "You should at least wait until they turn their back on you."
So now we call Renee "Aunt That One", or just T.O. for short.