I had to add words here to tell you this story. At church a friend I hadn’t seen in several years looked at my kids and said, “Kelly’s Kids?” She meant Kelly’s Kids the company that sells cute, matchy coordinated clothes for kids. Coincidentally (and blog spoiler), my husband’s name is Kelly. Which made for a very awkward pause until I realized she was merely asking me who made my children’s clothes, not questioning my husband’s paternity. By the way, they are Kelly’s kids but the outfits aren’t.