Ever since the birth of number three I have been calling her by her sister's name. It's habit and I can't help it. I absentmindedly use the names interchangably - Flyn for Greer and Greer for Flyn. The kids, bless them, don't seem to mind. I had hoped it would pass. This weekend however, it got worse. Instead of calling them by the wrong names, my brain opted for another approach to ease its exhaustion. I began, unconsciously, to refer to the Girls as Fleer and Grin.
Fleer and Grin.
It keeps happening now, and because it slips so easily off the tongue I can't seem to stop.
Thankfully the Boy remains Arlo... but for how long?