Wherein My Desire to Nickname Everything Results In A Glaring Typo
So, it’s come to my attention (thank you, Shoshi) that I stated CLH went to go see a “Henry” Potter movie last week. The movie was, in fact, about “Harry” Potter.
Why the confusion? Well, at our house, we have a tendency to assign made up names to everything. You remember that our sugar bowl is the Sugar Chicken, right? And that the proper way to open it is to sing to it, right? Well, ditto that for lots of things around the house. There’s our beat up armchair Chairy (sorry, Pee Wee, you can’t have ALL the good names for furniture). And there’s CLH’s car, a white Volkswagen Passat, which we call OMC, or “Old Man Car”.
Somehow, our alternate name for the wizard child “Henry Porter” merged with his given name, “Harry Potter”. I don’t know why we had to go and change his name. I really don’t.
Now, if it sounds like we are in need of a swift kick of adulthood to the ass, or that we have a million cats, or that we collect appliqued Christmas themed sweater vests, rest assured that only the first thing is true. We can actually have normal conversations that don’t involve adding cute endings to words, or altering normal names into pseudo porn star names. It’s just more fun when we do.