To keep them amused while we raced around town I devised a car game for them: I asked them what name they'd give themselves if they had a chance to choose one.
"Broom!" shouted Master7 without a second thought. Hope he takes a little more time making decisions when he's older.
"You want to be named after the thing mum uses to sweep the floor?" I asked him.
"No. Broom! The sound a car makes." Oh, much better.
"I want to be called Meow," said Miss8. This wasn't going the way I thought it would.
"Like a cat? What about normal names? Alice. Dora. Candice. Amber. Samantha."
I guess I shouldn't be surprised the kids are picking strange names for themselves as we've entertained the kids by giving them, and other members of the family, odd names. Not that we've done it for a few years. It was all a bit Addams Family and lots of fun on long drives in the country.
Here's a list of names we've picked on each other with:
Bruce Jock Itch
Tracey Dogs Breath
Master20 Pig Swill
Miss17 Cow Pat
Miss8 Kitty Litter
Master7 Toe Jam
We haven't thought of names for the youngest three yet. We've been remiss, especially as we've names for their grandparents.
Poppy Wing Nut
Nanny Shit Tin (Poppy made that one up)
Granddad Bull Frog
Grandma Scrub Turkey
My sister once heard us chatting and laughing about these names and desperately wanted to be included.
"Make up names for me and Daryl!" she exclaimed. So we did. Auntie Horse Head and Uncle Tape Worm. She was thrilled. "I don't want to play this awful game anymore," she told us.
And here I was again re-naming my little darlings. Or at least helping them choose names for themselves. For fun. Hey you have your car games, we have ours. Not that this game was going exactly the way I expected.
"Zoe. Angela. Beatrice." I suggested about twenty names before Miss5 interrupted me.
"I want to be called Pop Out Eyeball," she told me. Okay then.
Must be in the genes.