Playing The Name Game
My daughter asked, “Wanna know what I’m gonna name my children?” Of course I did. “I’m going to have two daughters, named Rose and Lily, and a son named Black-Eyed Susan.” “Is this a flower-child take on ‘A Boy Named Sue’?” My daughter blinked. She’s 4. She doesn’t yet know Johnny Cash, and more shamefully, she has yet to memorize the complete works of Shel Silverstein. I redirected my question. “Why the name Black-Eyed Susan for your boy?” I asked. “Because it’s a flower,” she responded “Right. But why that flower?” I ...