It’s good to have an alias.

Last week my mom-in-law picked Sassy and The Bandit up from school because they had a half day.  She took them to Eegees.  For those of you not blessed with Eegees in your town – too bad for you.  Only our little town has them.  And they are GLORIOUS and I’m not of a mind to share.

But that wasn’t the point. 

Grandma took them to Eegees for lunch.  Sassy wanted some french fries so her grandmother sent the two of them to the counter with the money and had her order them herself.  I’m always looking for opportunities to push Sassy out of her little comfortable nest and this is just the sort of thing I’m always encouraging her to do.

The kids come back to the table and give their grandmother the change.

“What name did you give them for the order,” Grandma asked so she’d know when they called it for pickup.

Sassy sort of hemmed and hawed and didn’t answer so The Bandit chimed in.

“Henry,” he told her.

I realize I don’t use my children’s real names on this site, but I assure you with 100% honesty that Henry is neither of my children’s names.

“Henry?  Why Henry?” Grandma was understandably perplexed.

“Grandma, you never, ever give a stranger your name,” he told her in all seriousness.

I’m really glad to know that ridiculously expensive private school is worth the money.