Well, as I explained in the last post, we entered the big bad world of owning a Suburban. It's big, it's bad (well, compared to the van) and someone in the family who will remain unnamed (RICK) wants to name it LeRoy. I suggested we first come up with a name for our unborn child before doing anything drastic.
So when we got home with the new vehicle, everyone was anxiously loading up for our first drive, and Connor informed us that he had changed his name to "Chicken." We asked why, but he was suddenly far too distracted by things like drink holders and the sunroof to explain. The next morning, he reminded me his name was Chicken and I again asked why he decided to change it. "Because I change my name whenever we get a new car." Obviously.
Call me dismissive, but I haven't really expected "Chicken" to stick, especially since none of us call him that, nor has he asked us to, but he does bring it up here and there. Like yesterday when we were getting ready for the first day preschool, I asked him to get his new folder made by his teacher that says "Connor" on the front. He picked it up and said, "I guess they don't know I changed my name to 'Chicken' at preschool." I said they'll probably still need to call him Connor at preschool, to which he simply nodded and replied "Right." Apparently, it's enough just for him to know he's "Chicken" and the rest of the world can call him what they will. He's so wise.
Hey!? I just reread this entry and found myself singing after the first paragraph! You know, that song Bad Bad LeRoy Brown? That I REALLY didn't mean to reference? Great. Now we may have to name our vehicle LeRoy out of sheer writing coincidence. Curse you, clever inadvertency. Curse you, Jim Croce. I never knew that song was about an SUV. Shh, don't tell Rick.
So when we got home with the new vehicle, everyone was anxiously loading up for our first drive, and Connor informed us that he had changed his name to "Chicken." We asked why, but he was suddenly far too distracted by things like drink holders and the sunroof to explain. The next morning, he reminded me his name was Chicken and I again asked why he decided to change it. "Because I change my name whenever we get a new car." Obviously.
Call me dismissive, but I haven't really expected "Chicken" to stick, especially since none of us call him that, nor has he asked us to, but he does bring it up here and there. Like yesterday when we were getting ready for the first day preschool, I asked him to get his new folder made by his teacher that says "Connor" on the front. He picked it up and said, "I guess they don't know I changed my name to 'Chicken' at preschool." I said they'll probably still need to call him Connor at preschool, to which he simply nodded and replied "Right." Apparently, it's enough just for him to know he's "Chicken" and the rest of the world can call him what they will. He's so wise.
Hey!? I just reread this entry and found myself singing after the first paragraph! You know, that song Bad Bad LeRoy Brown? That I REALLY didn't mean to reference? Great. Now we may have to name our vehicle LeRoy out of sheer writing coincidence. Curse you, clever inadvertency. Curse you, Jim Croce. I never knew that song was about an SUV. Shh, don't tell Rick.
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