Zoe was in the living room when my friend, Amy, came by to drop something off for me. I answered the door, took my package, and said, "Thanks, Amy!" as she was leaving.
As soon as the door shut behind me, Zoe asked, "Why did you call her Amy?"
"Because her name is Amy. Mommy has a name, too. Do you know what my name is?
"I have another name. Do you know what it is?"
Zoe got very quiet and whispered back to me, "No. Do you?"
Yes. Yes I do know my other name.
Being three is great somedays.