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Monday, November 13, 2006
Yellow and Orange
People who know my son know that he's unconventional. He likes to do things his own way. He married someone so much like him.
The two of them have come up with different and delightful names for their two daughters. Daughter No. 3 is due any day now. Her name -- at least her first name -- will be "Willow."
B says he wants to give her a name that stands out and also that he never wants her to be mistaken for a Republican. Now, he's assuming that Willow won't grow up to be a Republican, but he'll learn when they hit the "I'm so much smarter than my parents" stage that children do what THEY want.
Anyway, daughter No. 1 was near Daddy when he was on the phone with me today. Tell "E" what the baby's name is, my sons coaxes her. She says "Willow" in her soft spoken way. It was cute. But enter daughter No. 2, who echoes "Willow" but honestly it sounded a whole like like "Yellow."
Before I could say "B - it sounded like she said..." Daughter No. 2 continued, "But, I'm going to call her Orange."
I was laughing so hard, I had a hard time talking. Yep. She won't be mistaken for a Republican. She might become one - yellow and orange do make RED, but she won't be mistaken for one.