It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Mistaken Identity

My eldest daughter, Haley, was in town visiting, and popped over this afternoon.

Young Zach toddles over and tugs on her pants. “Mary! Mary!”
She looks down and greets him, at which he stops dead and stares at the not-Mary for a minute. But he does want adult assistance, so…
“Uh… mama!”

She’s female, she’s a grownup – what else would he call her?

June 28, 2005 - Posted by | the things they say!, Zach


  1. It’s no wonder that happens. Just think what it’s like from their perspective–we’re all just a bunch of knees to them.

    Comment by Sharkey | June 28, 2005 | Reply

  2. My favourite cartoonist (Lynn Johnston, of For Better or For Worse), has a cartoon of a tiny girl looking up at a parent. I forget the beginning of the caption, but the end of it is, “…from down here, their heads look so small.”

    Comment by Mary P. | June 28, 2005 | Reply

  3. Reminds me of a story my wife told about a trip to the supermarket. I may not get it exactly right, but the gist of it is true.

    Simcha was still a toddler. They were waiting in the checkout line. Simcha had been very energetic during the entire trip, running here and there and being a nuisance. Suddenly it was time for her to crash – you know, take a nap.

    She turned around to go back to mommy. There was a young woman of approximately the same size and weight as my wife, occupying the place right before them in the checkout line. With similar pants on. Simcha stood at her feet, raised her arms and did the little bounce that says “Pick me up!”

    The stranger didn’t hesitate. She picked Simcha up, and Simcha promptly fell asleep on her shoulder.

    A few minutes later, when Simcha was passed back to her real mommy, she was quite confused!

    Comment by snaars | June 29, 2005 | Reply

  4. What a treat for the stranger! I’d have fallen in love with that child on the spot. Few things are sweeter than a warm, limp, slightly sweaty little body nuzzled into your shoulder. Good thing that mommy was close, and not running in a panic to find her little one.

    Comment by Mary P. | June 29, 2005 | Reply

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