rose is rose is rose

There's been an unusual spate of births around me lately. First, of course, Charlie. Then, my echo friend Deirdre had a baby this week, and today my friend Meg is having a scheduled c-section. In fact, they may have her uterus on show and tell right this very minute. All of the babies are boys.

Anyway, I've been thinking about nicknames for them. little boys do well with nicknames. There's a little Patrick at Jonah's school who is known as Patch; I once knew a Philip who was Flip; a friend here has a Something Something the Third who is called Trey. You know, like that. But those are so mundane. I've been trying to help my friends by offering up a nickname that was interesting and unusual and, finally, I think I've found it: Dimebag. A nickname a mother could love. First one to comment gets to claim it for her own.

Oh, for God's sake. Of course I know that I'm not supposed to make fun of people who've been tragically and brutally murdered in public. Whatever. Shut up. It's still a stupid nickname, even if he is on a slab.