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...
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…