My daughter A has this habit of making up words. She likes to call me "Dewey." It originally started as Dad, Daddy, Doody, and eventually became Dewey. Or maybe Dooey. Not sure on the spelling. Anyway, she also likes to say in a sort of singsong chant, "Hi, Dewey, what's your name, Dewey?"
And you think the correct reply would be, "Dewey." But you would be wrong.
The correct response is, "IIIIIIIIIIvvvyyyyyyyy." I can never remember that this is what I am supposed to say. So she has to coach me.
Last week we had a conversation like this:
A: Hi, Dewey, what's your name Dewey?
Me: IIIIIIIIIvvvvvyyyyy.
A: That's right, Dewey! And do you know what Ivy means?
Me: No.
A: It's your name!
Me: Oh!
A: And in English it means a type of plant.
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