I took Julia with me tonight to get my hair cut. As we were driving in the car, she was talking to me. Then she said, "Mom, I don't like my name."
I replied, "You don't like you name?"
"Yes, I don't like my name."
"What name do you want instead of Julia?"
"I want to be called Elisabeth," she said.
Well, alrighty then. I guess I really screwed that up.