“But my name…”

Lindy just walked in here while I was processing some pictures for Jenn (including perhaps her least favorite thing she’s ever made!) She was being sweet and kind of leaning on me. So I picked her up, and gave her a hug.

Tim: Lindy, will you always be my baby?
Lindy: Yes.
Tim: What about when you’re 22?
Lindy: Yes.
Tim: So, if I call you, and say, “Lindy, come and give me a hug,” will you do it? Even if you live somewhere different from me?
Lindy: [_nods sweetly_] Yes… but my name might not be Lindy!