“Mommy is Laura going to be at the wedding?” Rowan asked me as we were driving to Joy and Josh’s wedding.
“Laura? Who’s Laura?” I asked.
“Laura, my best friend,” she answered.
I don’t know anyone named Laura. Who is this little girl talking about? “Do you mean your cousin Lauren?”
“No, my best friend,” she continued.
“She means, Sarah, Mommy,” Jory interjected.
“No, not Sarah,” Rowan said emphatically. “What’s my best friend’s name, Mommy?”
Rowan likes to call everyone her best friend. So who could she be talking about. Hmmm. “Do you mean Lana?”
“Yes, my best friend, Lana. Is Lana going to be there?”
“No, she’s at home in Colorado, but Lana’s grandma will be there. I’ll show her to you, and you can ask her to tell Lana you said, ‘Hi.’ Okay?”
“Okay. Lana is my best friend, Mommy.”
“Yes, I know, Rowan.” Even if you do forget her name.
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