1. I say: "This is my son
Teddy and, no, it's not a nickname."
You say: That's a nice classic name...
You think: ...for a stuffed animal.
2. I say: "Meet my sister Calleigh-Grace."
You say: That's nice. Do you call her by the whole thing, or does she have a nickname?
You think:
My hatred for
Grace knows no bounds. Calleigh just looks excessively complicated. What was wrong with
Callie? Or
Calla; that's pretty, and doesn't look like a nickname.
3. I say: "These are my twin sons,
Nathan and Nahtan."
You say: Doesn't that get confusing?
You think: I think you misunderstood. You had TWINS, not CLONES.
4. I say: "Hi, my name is
Emily."
You say: Hi,
Emily.
You think: I don't care how popular it is;
Emily is still a better name than
Madison and
Nevaeh.
5. I say: "I'm thinking about naming my daughter Clarabelle Gracelyn
Matilde. What do you think?"
You say: I love
Matilde. Clarabelle kind of reminds me of the cow from the Disney cartoons.
Clara Grace Matilde would be gorgeous, though.
You think: ...unless, of course, that's not special or unique enough for you. Does EVERYTHING need to have a -belle or a -lyn stuck on it?
6. I say: "Hi, I hate my name - it's
Angel."
You say: At least you're not named Clarabelle.
You think: Someone's parents had very high standards for their child...
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Friendship is more lasting than love, and more legal than stalking.
-Jane, Coupling