Yesterday my dad got to see the baby for the first time. He has been having trouble remembering her name, which hasn’t been surprising given the fact that he referred to Claire as “Clara” for the first five years of her life. He has trouble hearing but refuses to wear a hearing aid so many of our conversations go something like this-
"How's little Clara doing?"
"She's fine but her name's Claire."
"Her name's Claire. Claire, not Clara."
"What did you say?"
"Nevermind. She's fine."
He was talking to the baby, Marin, while I was holding her and then looked at me and asked, “What’s her name again?”
I told him the same thing that I have told him every other week or so when we have had the exact same conversation (sometimes talking to him is like the movie “Groundhog Day”).
Me- “Her name is Marin. It rhymes with Karen, remember? It’s Latin for the sea.”
Dad- “I don’t speak Latin.”
Me- "Good Lord."