Granted, at six months old, Anna doesn't do much that is yell-worthy.
My mom's dog, however, does.
And yesterday, as I was feeding Anna, I mixed the two up.
I yelled Anna's name at the dog, and then tried to get Anna's attention using the dog's name.
Twice. In a row.
Neither seemed to mind. Except me, who facepalmed some baby peaches into my hair.
Time to start taking evening showers.
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