Her name has, unfortunately, been "Steve" all day. I've been trying to get her to attach to a new name before church tomorrow, because that will be really embarrassing. The regulars are used to our insanity. But for Easter there will be newcomers and those who only church it on holidays, therefore a bigger crowd, and one that might think it odd when a little girl with a stunning smile, porcelain skin, dimples, and gorgeous waist-length blond ringlets walks right up and says, "Hi, I'm Steve."
"Stevie?"
"No! Steve!"
And I will be shrinking away into the crowd pretending I don't know her.
The nicknames are fine at home. Or even in public if she was shy. But she's a bold, brassy thing who walks right up to every single person in sight and says, "Hi, I'm [insert ridiculous nickname of the day.]." And if it's a man, she immediately lifts up her shirt, which is, you know, just fabulous.
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