My son's been going to swimming lessons for the last five weeks. Today his instructor and I had this conversation:
Her: "It's funny. My name is almost like his. B-R-E-N-N-A. Brenna."
Me: Awkward silence where I try to appear normal.
Not quite a conversation, but painful as all hell.
Que tears that I fight off for the rest of the hour.
Couple that with the adorable little girl with blond ringlets and a pink bathing suit that I had to walk behind for five minutes out to the car and you have got yourself one very. shitty. day.