Hey, you know when you’re sitting around the breakfast table, or maybe it’s Thanksgiving dinner, and everyone is talking and having a good time and someone mentions that great new movie they just saw and suddenly your mom goes…
“Oh yeah, it stars that good-lookin’ fella; Peter Dunphy.”
And everyone laughs. Oh, poor, silly mom. It’s Patrick Dempsey. Geez.
Only the thing is, it’s no laughing matter. Celebrity Name Dyslexia is a real disease. And it affects millions of parents each year. I should know. My own mother has suffered from it for years.
And then, just the other day, this happened with my husband:
Oh sure, I had a good chuckle at the expense of my husband. I mean, he’s older than me so it didn’t come as too much of a surprise that he would start suffering from CND waaaaay before I did. Besides, it was likely to never even affect me. I was too young. Too hip. I used to be on the entertainment beat for a newspaper, for crying out loud.
But then…then…(ragged breath)…this happened this morning:
Celebrity Name Dyslexia is real, kids. And it’s horrifying. So, let’s all do our part to raise awareness about this terrible disease that cripples the street cred of parents all over the world. Let’s organize a 5K or a charity concert. Maybe we could even get someone famous to host. Like, say, Selena Gonzalez.
Or Liam Hemmingway.
Or Liam’s big brother, Thor.
Or that singer Della who has that hit song “Hey.”
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