Hello My Name Is..
She's not telling. Unless you ask.
The ladies are going to Atlanta for the weekend to celebrate a birthday. GrandPop will be there - this is important later.
Because they are flying into and out of Atlanta and the fact that the child does not know our phone numbers by memory (who does these days?) - BW thought it would be a good idea to make a little index card and hang it around her neck - just in case she gets lost. It’s a big busy airport. It’s a good idea.
It's a simple card. It has MY NAME IS with BW’s phone number and note about her allergies. That’s it.
You already know how this is going to go.
BW suggested. Child Protested.
NO way, no how, not in a boat or with a goat or….you get the idea. There were tears. This is not worth tears.
My Guess? ID cards are for babies and she’s not one. She’s off to Atlanta for the weekend and staying at a Very Fancy Hampton Inn - she does not need an ID card. She is a big girl!
Then like we all do - she thought about it for a bit..and when she thought we were not watching - she tried it on. Huh. This doesn’t look too bad - but the string from the junk drawer we used is too itchy. The verdict is still no. NO WAY.
But what if we added some colorful fluffy yarn mommy has?
Well…why didn’t you say so? This changes everything! Now she’s all about the card and wears it around proudly.
“But what about Grandpop?”, she asked.
”What do you mean?” we asked.
If he’s going to the party and meeting them at the airport in Atlanta - then HE NEEDS AN ID CARD TOO.
Spoiler Alert: GrandPop now has an ID card too. It has his wife’s phone number on it if he gets lost. Also, don’t feed him mushrooms.
Hey, you never know. It’s Atlanta Airport. We all should have contact numbers for our loved ones in case we get lost.
We are now taking orders for custom cards - pick your card and yarn color. Seniors discount available on request with proof of age.
Atlanta or Bust,
TH and Co.