I used to work taking school pictures. I eventually wanted to rip my hair out because of the amount of Kylies I photographed (complete with three or four different spellings), but this poor mother takes the cake.
We usually didn’t deal with the parents, but we had one mother some in to talk to us before pictures started one morning. It turns out that her sons had not been photographed with the right classes previously and she wanted to prevent that. How can one mix up non-twin brothers in different grades, you might ask.
She had given them the exact same name.
Now, it was a perfectly normal name, Benjamin, I think, but they were both named it. And they both had the same middle name. And they had the same father, so they had the same last name, too. And she hadn’t given them suffixes like Benjamin David Smith III and Benjamin David Smith IV. I know because I asked all these questions.
Her response was, “Yeah, I really wasn’t thinking ahead.” My response was, “Well, as long as they come down with their correct class, it shouldn’t be a problem.” Because what else do you say to a mother who gave her sons the exact same name?
