(Three days later)
"Okay, my darling, how are you?"
"Fine." My five year old daughter smiles at me, in a rare moment of bliss. Usually my little tigress alternates between adoration of me, and absolute fury at anything she perceives as interference of... whatever she is doing.
"I am your Rainbow Spot." I announce, trying to swallow acceptance. Our / my struggle over my Adventure Guide name was nearing its end, I could feel it. Each day that has passed has made it that much easier to embrace my new name.
She frowns. "No, you're not."
"Oh?" A dim flicker of hope on the horizon: has she thought of a more romantic name for me? Princess Angel? Queen Butterfly? Glowing Gem of Genius?
"You're Rainbow Spongebob."
Oh, geez. I completely give up.
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1 year ago
Ha ha ha. This reminds me of B, five years-old. I'm pregnant with Baby G and he is dead set on us naming the baby T-rex...or Coffee.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wonder if just giving in from the onset (at least pretending to, as T-Rex and Spongebob, well...)
ReplyDeletemight just be easier.
What do I know? My cat's name is Woman.