For Thanksgiving, we went to a friend’s house. She had a four-year old daughter who was grooving on me.

“Demanda, this is how you do it,” she said, showing me how to cut up Play-Doh.

“Did you call me ‘Demanda?'”


Her mom said, “It’s ‘Amanda.’

Good Man laughed, “No, it’s Demanda.”

Good Man has been calling me Demanda for a few weeks now, which is why it was so funny. Such an intuitive child!