A Name Written In Crayons

I’m working checkout. The customer has a small girl in the buggy, staring at me with this look on her face like she likes SOMETHING about me. She finally says to her mother:

Girl: “Mama… what she, what she name?”

Mom: “Ask her!”

At this, the small girl gets a very confused, scrunchy-faced look. She peers at her mother like she simply doesn’t believe what she’s hearing.

She turns to me and says, in confirmation:

Girl: “Askir?”

Gotta admit, I do kind of look like an Askir.