Been seeing a lot about names in blog land lately. Name my baby, you named her what!?!?,maybe you should keep your maiden name- Jenny Denny (real person true name, I know her) Doesn't quite do it for me etc.
So today Lean and I plan on meeting her friend Danish (fake name, real boy) and his mom Cutie(fake name, real mom) at the spray park. We are going to meet his new baby brother. We get there, help them out of their car, I ask Danish what his brother's name is. He says "Marty McFly Julian Danish". I ask Cutie, "what did Danish say?"
answer 'Marty McFly Julian Danish". Okay.
I smile and look at Cutie. She smiles back and we go on. Normally I wouldn't give this a thought but this is Cutie and she was an art major- creative and such. That could really be his name.
I say to baby, "Hey Marty Mcfly" he gurgles and drools. No help there. We start eating lunch and I say, "What are you going to call him?" Cutie, "Well his grandpa calls him Marty McFly Julian, his daddy calls him Marty McFly, but I just like Marty"...UH-HUH... We chew on. Cutie and Danish are a bit eccentric so this isn't as surprising as you might think.
Keep chewing. "Did you really name him Marty McFly Julian Danish?" See here's where she could really have driven the nail in my Dork-o- meter. But she didn't, she's sweet like that (I would have had her going for quiite awhile I tell you).
Cutie, "It's just Julian".
But they really do call him Marty McFly. Do you think he'll grow up warped?