Name Changes
Last night at dinner:
‘What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating?’
‘I’m just trying not to eat like a race horse for once.’
‘Why start now?’
‘Yeah, Mom—you usually eat like a vacuum cleaner!’
‘We’ll just have to start calling her Hoover.’
**short pause to explain that Hoover is a popular brand of vacuum**
‘Then you guys can call me ORECK!’ (’That’s a type of vacuum, too. They come in red, blue…’)
This morning before school, neither of us can let it go:
‘We’ve had a week of good mornings, haven’t we Oreck?’
‘Hey! We can call the baby Rainbow. You’re Oreck, Mommy’s Hoover, and I’m just a sucker!’
Shortstack is not nearly as amused as we’d thought he would be. It appears that the Daddy and I both are mere carriers for the recessive ‘being able to let things drop before you take them that extra step to far’ gene. Oh well. If he can’t manage to embarrass himself, we’ll take care of it for him!
