Given my lack of sense of humour and sensitivity to, well, everything, I decided to stop the
I have a few theories about why this might be so, but whatever the reason, I decided to not mess around on the subject of names and go straight to the totally-crazy-don't-even-bother-arguing zone and told everyone I was going to name my baby Beaker Norbu.
That shut them up.
It was, of course, a lie. A useful lie. When it came time to name the baby, I had a couple nice, normal names picked out and when she arrived The Man and I knew which one was best as soon as we saw her. (It's not Girl Child either, just so's you know.)
I still laugh over Beaker Norbu, though, especially when I remember the expression on people's faces. And I think that on some level, it does suit girl child a little bit. That's why when I ran into this shirt at the thrift store:
I couldn't resist adding a stencil to the back:
What do you think, she could pull it off?