In a lot of ways, my family’s divided into two teams. On one side, my husband and the teen and, on the other, the short kid and me. For instance, my husband and our oldest go with logic over emotion. They analyze something and then decide if they have any feelings on the matter. The short kid and I go straight to Muppet-flail, Scarlett-O’Hara-swoon drama without passing GO or collecting $200 and then think about whether something was worth getting emotional about.
Another way in which we differ is the way the short kid and I name things. We name everything. For instance, my Toyota 4Runner being named Jeepish. My husband and the teen name nothing. In fact, I can see myself in the future going to visit my grandchildren, Boy and Girl, and their beloved family pet, Dog.
Last night, we were discussing the fact we really needed to gather school stuff together since we’d been on vacation for a week, and the short kid said, “Is James ready to go to school?” This perplexed my husband greatly.
James is the new water bottle SK got from the school fundraiser and he wanted to make sure it was washed and ready to use for school today.
It’s the “water bottle with the dragon tattoo”. Daniel Craig was in The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Daniel Craig is SK’s favorite JAMES Bond.
So the water bottle’s name is James. This makes no sense whatsoever to my husband or the teen, but perfect sense to me.