Peanut is a calm, quiet kid. This is great at home, but it means that out in the big wide world she can get overlooked. As she gets older, this becomes more and more of an issue.
Last week she came home from her first morning at play school and told us her name was "Arthur". We had to call her Arthur or she wouldn't answer. It took me a couple of hours to work out that she was saying "other". Poor kid, she is the second Peanut in her class, so they have named her other. She doesn't seem to mind at all, she doesn't understand yet, but I just can't bear the thought of my precious, wonderful, funny, awesome kid being an other, and having it so liberally applied on her first day there! So I've coached her. If someone says "hey, other Peanut!" she now turns around and says "my name's not other Peanut, it's AWESOME Peanut!!" and she punctuates with a fist pump to the air.
Because, dammit, she IS awesome. The other kids need to know that. And, more importantly, she needs to know it too.