When you were eight, you were told by a drunk uncle at a family gathering that there was secret royal blood running in your veins and you've clung to that notion ever since. Not a single other relative has any knowledge of this, but you've taken the idea and run with it. Heck, it's an important part of your personality and your claim to fame. Your kids have what it takes to hold up their skinny necks under these weighty crowns -- and if they don't, they'd better build some muscles, fast. |
Caspar, Signe, and little Paul |
you love 30's-50's film noir. these are actually fantastic names that i would use for three siblings as well. |
Edward and Poppy (short for Penelope) |
you wish you ran a bed and breakfast in ct. |
McKenna will grow up to be serious and bookish, and write her thesis analyzing the benefits and risks of ADD meds used on toddlers, while Brandy will grow up to start threads on DCUM titled, "Men: is this your ideal night?" |
Anglophile. You hum the theme to Downton Abbey while scouring the back shelves of TJ Maxx for imported shortbread and tea. |
You and your husband are the Alex and Simon ( see former RHONY cast)of your group of friends. You live in Chevy Chase. You wanted people to know of your European and Canadian roots by the names of your children. |
Samuel and Catherine |
Lyric and Jaxon |
Poor little Paul won't make it to adulthood and his lingering memory is like a ghost that haunts Caspar and Signe for the rest of their lives. They'll forever look at their adult, over-sized limbs and course hair and compare it negatively to the whispy memories of "Poor little Paul" and his thin, childish frame frozen in time. Adult deeds hold more than their fair share of disgust as a result but they have no idea why. Poor choice, PP. Poor, poor choice. |
Judah, Miri (Miriam), Samuel |
Ray and Connie |
Portia, Cordelia, Lennox |
Iris, Sadie, Ruby |