Sounds like ...

B's been having trouble remembering the name of his other Primary teacher. So each week we've been asking: What's her name? Tonight at dinner, he remembered, sort of ...


B: "Mom, I remember her name! It's Sister Bananas!"


Me, while stifling my laughter: "Um ... are you sure it's not Sister Hernandez?"


B: "Oh yeah!"


I don't know about you, but the Mr. and I think it sounds the same, sort of. He's almost there. Hopefully he'll remember her name before we start attending the other ward ... We'll give him 1 week, because that's what's left ...


Don't you wish you were around to hear all of our dinner conversations?