I am always quick to blame my kids' occasional naughty behavior on my husband or at least his side of the family, but every once in awhile, I have a flashback to not-so-stellar moments from my own childhood. Hard to admit it, but I'm not always as angelic as I may seem. *ahem*
My brother Mark is 9.5 years older and doted on me from the moment I was born. In fact, my first word was "Ma" -- not for "Mom," but rather, "Mark." He was my
everything--especially the first few years of my life.
Despite that, in typical older brother fashion, he would tease me mercilessly every once in awhile, in between tickling me until I almost wet my pants. Or my personal favorite -- holding me down and farting on me. I am now 40 years old and it still irritates me to think about my brother doing
that in my face.
One day, he must've pulled one of those Stupid Older Brother Tricks, because I went into the kitchen and (pseudo) innocently asked, "Mama? Why did you name me 'Susan?'"
In her usual patronizing fashion, she replied, "Well, when you were born, we had to think and think... and finally we decided on 'Susan.' What a lovely name for such a lovely baby girl!" I was satisfied with her answer and skipped off like a female Eddie Haskell, anxious to share this news with my brother.
My mother then hears me telling him: "
HA HA. When
I was born, mommy and daddy had to
think and think and think and think and think and
FIIIIINALLY they came up with Suuuuuuuuuuusan. What a be-yooooooootiful name for such a be-yoooooootiful baby girl!
But when
you were born? They said
MARK! That's good enough for him!"
I'm sure there are
millions of "good enough" baby names out there. Don't you?
I pink puffy heart these.
