Wednesday, December 3, 2008
A Rose By Any Other Name . . .
Lately my two youngest children have been fascinated by last names.
Whirling Dervish (four): "Daddy's last name is R------- and so is Mommy's."
The Affectionate One (five): "Yes, but not Mimi and Poppy. Their last name is different. Mommy used to have their last name. How come, Mommy?"
Me: "Well when babies are born, they get the same last name as their daddy and mommy. But when I married your daddy, then I took his last name."
Whirling Dervish's eye grew round, then he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head in his hands.
Me: "What's up, Bud? Are you upset?"
He glanced at me and back down at the table, "Mommy. It's not nice to take something from someone else. I am so sad at you."
Me, trying to hide a grin: "Oh, honey. I took it because Daddy wanted to give it to me. I didn't take it away from him. We share it."
Whirling Dervish with a long-suffering sigh: "This is getting complicated."