I mentioned recently that all the other Alias (or Aaliyahs or Aliyas) I meet are much, much younger than me. What I want to know is, why, when I hear my name being called in public, am I always in trouble?
When we were in Disneyland a few weeks ago, I heard, “Alia, you stop your crying!” This threw Bulldog into a giggle fit. This past week at Target, little 2-year-old Alia kept wandering away from her mom. “Alia, you get back here right now,” we heard several times. When we caught sight of Alia, she was inching away from her mom again, glancing back every two steps to see when her absence would be noticed. Frankly, it wasn’t until she was an aisle away.
You go girl, make your escape. I always did. Evidently, I removed myself (several different times) from my mother’s side and went straight to customer service so that I could hear, “Would Alia’s mother come pick up her daughter at register three,” over the loudspeaker.
Luckily, I’m much more grown up now. Now I simply blog for attention.