I know that parents are searching for different and unusual names these days, but I want to go on record that I think they may have gone too far. It all came to light today when Scarlett and I were walking into Ben’s elementary school for lunch. There is a sidewalk up to the doorway that was apparently a class project. The students have their handprints and names in the cement along with the year 2004. As we walked over the 2004, Scarlett said, “that is an o.” (not a zero, but an o) Being the supportive grandmother I am, I didn’t correct her but replied, “That’s right.” Then the conversation went something like this:
Scarlett-”O stands for ovary.”
Me-”What does it stand for?”
Scarlett- “Ovary, that is a girl’s name.”
Me- “Do you mean Avery?”
Scarlett-” No, it’s Ovary.”
Oh my. I should have just told her it was a zero not an o, but then I would have never known about the little girl named Ovary.