Haven’t had a lot to share recently, in case anyone was wondering about the lack of updates. I wanted to share something very cute from last night, though.
Yesterday, I was reading a new library book to the girls, which included a bunch of kids names in a preschool. Everything was going well until I hit the name Francesca. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember how to pronounce it. I tried Franseska, Fransheska, Fransheshka, nothing seemed to sound right. I told the girls that we’d have to wait for Mommy to come back from elsewhere in the house, and then we could ask her.
Eliana, in her almost-5-year-old wisdom, said “We can just call her Stella.” So we did, after I could breathe again from laughing so hard.