In the grand scheme of stupid
things to name your child, Catatonia is defendable. Yes, it’s a stupid name,
but it is at least a real word, and one that not too many people know off the
top of their head.
Still, when I met Catatonia, I didn’t
mention that, I’d spent far too many hours having to defend myself against
people whose parents felt they were special snowflakes.
Instead, I murmured something about
Greek being a lovely language, and that seemed to work.
We actually got on OK.
Right until she grabbed my arm.
Then we got on better.
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