The Naming of Children
A conversation between my 4 1/2 year-old nephew and my sister, as relayed to me by the latter.
Nephew (Leaning onto a Counter): So. What are you going to name the baby boy?
Sister: We don't know yet. Do you have any ideas?
Nephew (Deep in Thought): Well, I'd say "Luke," but that's what I named my lion. So that's definitely out of the question.
Sister: Yeah, I suppose so. Any other ideas?
Nephew (Deeper in Thought): How about "Obi Wan"? That's an honorable name.
Sister: That is a very honorable name, but I'd worry the other kids might make fun of little Obi Wan.
Nephew (Sighing): I guess you're right. Some kids make fun of little babies.
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6 comments:
Mollie says that whenever we have a child, all I will do is laugh at him or her. But honestly, how can I not when they do and say such funny things?
Wait a sec... I thought that was the whole point of having kids!?
I remember burning with anger/embarrassment whenever adults laughed at me when I was a kid. That's why I try to limit my response to a smile when I'm around my nephew. I don't want to embarrass him by laughing at what he says — not to mention, I love the way he thinks.
But, yes, you're both right. That's part of the allure of having children.
(But then somewhere around ages 8 or 9, they begin to transform into beasts. And then from 12-18/19, parenting looks almost insufferable. Boarding school becomes a viable option.)
Is it wrong that the first thing that came into my mind was "The Force is stong in this one"?
I like your nephew's style.
~BPP
He's amazing. Plain and simple.
You know, maybe they could call the kid Bubba Fett...
I'm not gonna to far with that, though.
;)
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