It's not about what she said...

A couple of Fridays ago during my weekly FaceTime check-in with my niece Jordan and my nephew Micah, Jordan introduced me to her new Baby Alive doll.

She said the doll’s name is Jesser.

Or at least, that’s what I heard.

I went on to tell J how unique I thought the name was. I was impressed that a six-year-old from a family of pretty traditional names could create something so unexpected.

Fast forward to this past Wednesday.

I get this photo from my sister...

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with these words... 

“Jordan wanted me to send you this pic of her doll. She named her doll Dresser. 🤷🏽‍♀️

To which I said:

“I thought her name was Jesser this entire time! 🤦🏾‍♂️

Moral of the story? It’s not about what she said. It’s about what I heard…