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Say my name

The hu’b and I are having our first parenting disagreement, and since I have no reason to call Car Talk, I thought I’d present it for your consideration, gentle reader. Consider… The Name.

We were invited to see Blue Lapis Light dance on the Federal Building about a year ago, and while it was getting dark enough for the performance, I was reading through the program. I happened upon a list of donors and found the most exceptional name! Brace yourself: Pebbles. Wadsworth.

Just imagine what a woman could accomplish in the big wide world with a name like Pebbles Wadsworth Middleton! And we could nickname her PW, or P-Dub, or Bull-bull… Anyone with a name this phenomenal would invariably grow up to become a trial lawyer, a Texas politician, or a deep sea explorer.

Alas, the bean’s father can not perceive the twinkling awesomeness of this name. I still can’t understand what his objections are, as whenever he tries to talk about them, all I can hear is Pebbles Wadsworth Pebbles Wadsworth Pebbles Wadsworth Pebbles Wadsworth Pebbles Wadsworth Pebbles Wadsworth Middleton.

Oh wise denizens of the magical interwebs, what do you think? Am I guilty of intended child abuse, or the most rockingest mama in the world?

4 replies on “Say my name”

I like it. It’s a name that says, “I have so much poise and breeding that everyday naming conventions just do not apply to me. Please excuse me now–my pilot is ill, I have to fly the plane to Bora-Bora myself, and those pre-flight checks take time.”

Ooooh, we totally called dibs on that name back at xmas-time, remember? You guys put your claim on Chewbacca Mussolini and we called Pebbles Wadsworth.

Honey, I think they are right… And besides a guy at work swears we’re having a boy anyway. We should let them have Pebbles Wadsworth.

*whew* thanks for the save you two!

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