A Navigation System Named Sally

05.6.10


I’m turning in my station wagon next week. His name is Marsh… you know, short for Marshmallow. Thanks to an unscientific study, I am assured that I’m not the only adult who names their cars.

My new car doesn’t have a name yet, but navigation system is named Sally. She just sounds like a Sally, and Sally was the name of Jane’s imaginary friend.

When Jane was almost three, about the time that Alexander was born, she had a friend named Sally. We used to set the table for Sally, we invited Sally to birthday parties, we tucked Sally in at night. When Jane was five we bought a new house, Sally moved with us. I’m not sure when Sally moved out, I think by the time first grade began Sally was gone.

I miss Sally. Sally was my ally. I’d tell Jane that she had to be good or Sally couldn’t go places with us. Sometimes Sally would try new foods that Jane wasn’t interested in, and Sally always agreed with me that it was time for bed.

It’s strange now that we’ve given the nav system to Sally. It’s as if I’m stealing Jane’s imaginary friend.

Maybe 40 year old moms need Sally too.

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4 responses to “A Navigation System Named Sally”

  1. I love this. Classic kid stuff. My middle son had an imaginary friend for a while. His name was Bob.
    BOB!!???? I mean really? It was kind of funny actually. But Bob and Sally seem a bit antiquated wouldn’t you say.
    My navigation system’s name is, “Pain-in-the-ass.”
    What are you going to name your car?

  2. subWOW says:

    This post made me smile. This is probably why I can’t get enough of your musings.

  3. My mom always named our cars — funny! And when I met my husband he had a car named Thurman. But I haven’t named mine in years. Sally’s a perfect name for a nav system.

  4. Michelle says:

    This post was awesome. I had an imaginary friend as a child too, his name was Kevin. My mom describes having to have waiters set an extra place at restaurants and my dad once didn’t wait the proper amount of time for Kevin to get in the car with us and I screamed that he shut his arm in the door. Ahhhh good times.

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