What's in a name?

I came home one afternoon to find a beautiful and interesting invitation hanging on my doorknob...  it was a sawg of pine, dusted with gold, with the card attached to it.  The envelope had only my name.

I said, "Zoey look at this card.  It has my name on it.  Would you like to see it?"

Z: "Yes."

Me: "Look, it has my name on it."  (We made tiny fake mail "envelopes" with people's names on them when she was younger... to play with her little Elmo mailbox and try to learn to recognize names, etc.) 

Z: "Yes.  Mama Elizabeth Miller!"

Me:  (smiling!!) "Your name is Zoey Elizabeth. My name is Trisha Joy Miller."

Z:  "Yes!  Trisha Mama Miller!"

Me:  "Yes.  Exactly."