Caught In The Middle

(I am about five or so years old, and spend most of my time with my Nana while my mother is at work. We’re running errands and currently at a bank.)

Teller: “All right, Annamarie, please sign here and you’ll be good to go!”

Me: *piping up from below the counter* “Her name isn’t Annamarie; it’s Nana!”

(I was doubly confused because my middle name is the same as my Nana’s first. Needless to say it was also the day I learned ‘mommy’ wasn’t my mother’s name!)