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Just the other day, too.

i cannot count the number of times they’ve called me matt or my brother jesse. or gone through a sort of cycle of sputtering jesse-matt-jesse-matt-goddammit-YOUKIDS.

i got called nicko quite a few times and my aunt and cousins CONSTANTLY call me morgan still.

“Jen- Ame- Rich- RAY!”

If I’m really unlucky Dad starts in on the dogs’ names before he gets to mine.

The worst is when mom calls me by dad’s name

Then I know I’m being too annoying and need to back off

“MELISSA——ALLEN——WHATEVER KID YOU ARE GET OVER HERE”

Oop

“Jenni-Kelsey”

though it’s funner when they start to get my name mixed up with hers because ‘Kel-Jennifer” sort of sounds like ‘kill Jennifer’

It’s kind of acceptable when they’ve named all three of their daughters with names beginning with H, I can kind of get the mistake there. But when I make the effort to drive all the way home and they call me Joe? Dammit parents do I look like my 6ft 4in younger brother? Do i?!?!

“CARRIE, CAITLIN, WHICHEVER ONE YOU ARE!”

My grandpa was worse for this than my parents are, though. He’d cycle through all the female grandkids. “TAMMY-ALLISON-CAITLIN-TARA-CARRIE-WHICH ONE ARE YOU AGAIN?! JUST GET OVER HERE!”

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