I was trying to finish paying for my items at the grocery store checkout line. “Grace, quit pushing those buttons,” I said to my four-year-old who was poking the credit card machine.
The nice lady behind the counter asked, “Grace? Is that your name? That’s my middle name.”
“Well, actually that’s her middle name too. She goes by her middle name,” I said.
“Oh, not me. I don’t like my middle name.”
I burst out laughing. I don’t think the lady even knew why I was laughing!