of a tennis player, hiker, writer |
The conversation somehow drifted to ‘odd names’ parents give their children. We had been swimming around in the pool for over an hour now. Laney working on evening out her tennis tan in the four O’ clock sun. “Moon Unit.” She said, splashing water in my direction. “Very Odd Name.” I had to agree. “What was she thinking? I mean, how wasted did she have to be…to name her baby Moon?” Laney’s face twisted up in bewilderment. “No,” I said, “I want to see the list of names she turned DOWN, before she settled on Moon Unit.” Laney was laughing, “Really!” Then, we start spitting out really odd names…she says, “Hey honey, how ‘bout Rotting Dead Corpse?” Nothing like easing into the grossness. We are both laughing, It’s my turn to contribute; “um, Dog’s Breath?” I say Laney likes my suggestion and says, “Kitten Litter.” “Eww gross.” We are both shouting names at the same time; “Cold sore.” “Colinoscopy.” (sp?) “Pink Eye!” I raise my hand up. “Okay Okay Frank, Moon Unit it is! Just shut up already! In reality, I think parents can name their kids whatever they want. I went through way too much grief when I chose Autumn Elizabeth its not even funny. And, I get the Moon part, it’s the Unit part giving me trouble. But, oh well. |