Naming Ma
I do not remember this story first hand since I was only one year old but I remember it as it's been told to me. Ma had been called Grandma until one unforeseen incident during a trip to McDonalds where I did not receive my french fries. As I was told when I was first learning to speak I was only saying the end of words. My grandmother along with her neighbor, Peg, took myself and my brothers and several of Peg's day care kids to McDonalds for lunch.
I much enjoyed french fries and being the smallest of the group was greatly overlooked and my order of fries was not forthcoming. With near starvation looming, my survival instincts kicked in and in an attempt to wrestle attention away from all the other kids I yelled for my most beloved grandmother, "MA! Fries!"
Along with the arrival of my fries, so came Ma's new name.
