So then…I answer the phone with a cheerful hello, and I hear my 5-year-old daughter’s voice saying, “Hi Mom, it’s me, Chloe, your daughter.”
I laugh at her thorough manner of identifying herself — which she does every single time she calls me.
Does she think I have dementia?
It’s as though she thinks I couldn’t immediately recognize her voice –
or figure out that a female voice saying “Hi Mom,” must mean it’s my only daughter on the line –
or realize that she is the only Chloe I know, so it must be Chloe my daughter as opposed to Chloe the baker or Chloe the hair stylist.
So I always respond with, “Oh hello Chloe my daughter, it’s so nice to hear from you. This is Mom, your mother, Darcy Perdu. Shoe size 10. Bra size 36C. What can I do for you?”
To which she replies, “Mooooooooooooooooom!”
I imagine there is some eye-rolling happening as well, but after all, we are on the phone, so I can only assume.
Of course, as she grows to be a teen, the tables turn. Apparently, now I am the one who is over-identifying.
Chloe, shaking her head and sighing, as she looks over my shoulder at my computer screen:
“Mom, you don’t need to sign your comments on Facebook! You don’t have to say, ‘Happy Birthday, nephew Brian. Love, Aunt Darcy’ — he KNOWS who he is — and he can see YOUR name is Darcy Perdu right there on the Facebook screen!”
Well, all right, Chloe daughter female off-spring. Jeesh.
— Darcy Perdu
(How do your kids identify themselves on the phone? Or are they texting monkeys now? Do you struggle with appropriate etiquette on Facebook like I do? Share in the Comments!)