Heather, Hannah, and Helen

This past weekend, my son and I watched a skiing competition on TV.  I'm sure skiing sounds like an odd choice.  It was Saturday, which means that his regular PBS cartoons weren't on.  I'll admit that sometimes, when my daughter is napping, I sit and watch TV with him for a little bit to keep him quiet so my daughter can sleep (because if she doesn't sleep, she isn't happy...and if she isn't happy, ain't nobody happy!).

So there I was, flipping through channels trying to find something remotely entertaining for us to watch.  My son loves sports, but there wasn't much of any sports on except for skiing (if you call that a sport).  My son actually seemed oddly interested in it.

We were sitting there watching these people ski, one at a time.  Out of nowhere, my son asked, "What's his name?".

"Well, her name is Heather."  I only knew because they put it up on the screen.

Heather did her thing and then a new girl got ready to ski.  "What's his name?", he asked.

"Her name is Hannah", I replied. 

Hannah finished up the women's portion of the skiing.  The picture of the first guy to go popped up on the TV screen.  "What's his name mommy?", he asked.

"I don't know, buddy", I replied.  "They didn't put his name up on the screen yet."

"I know.  His name is Helen!", he said.  And trust me, you couldn't have convinced him otherwise.

Sincerely,
The mother wondering what Helen her son knows...