The name game

This morning Ella, Liam, and I headed to Wal-Mart while Rach was at work. We had to get just a handful of last-minute items for Liam's party this afternoon. After getting what we needed we headed to the one of the 20 items or less lanes. Waiting for us was an elderly cashier to whom Ella said hi. After a few pleasantries the woman asked her what her brother's name was. Ella told her but the lady couldn't really hear her. So I repeated it and the woman repeated it back to me. It's like in kindergarten when children are learning to read you're supposed to point to each word and say it three times in order for them to start to understand. She thought about it for a minute and then the cashier said, "Hmm, Liam. That's a strange name." Okay, I can understand that. It's not your typical Brenda, Jane, Susan, or whatever this woman's name was. But when I looked down at her name tag it read Caminda. When you have a whacked out name like Caminda you can't really say anything about the name Liam. That's like Tom Cruise calling Helen Mirren crazy. Consider the source.