This year I am blessed to have three friends whose names all end in ‘Den’. Holy confusion, Batman! Much like a mother who must say all of her children’s names before she gets the child she is wanting–some days I have to say all three before I get the ‘Den’ I am wanting.
One sunny Wednesday, I was working with a small group of kids at the rainbow table. I called for my next group. All of a sudden I have a little boy at the table that I hadn’t called for.
Dead pans me.
‘Why are you here?’
‘OH! I didn’t hear who you called, I just heard one of the Dens and so I just came on up!’
‘Well you aren’t the Den I need so you can go on back to work, Friend.’
Off he went. Correct Den comes to the table and we continued on.
**I also have 3 friends whose names end in Ana. It’s crazy.