Honey |
You love Run DMC, enjoy going barefoot and researched birthing outdoors. |
LMSO! This is too funny. My kids are Margaret (Maggie) and Anne (Annie). |
You love nothing more than living in denial. You ignore your thornier issues by indulging in expensive food, with runny brie being your clear fav any afternoon after 4. Goes so well with the perfect martini. Where have those two kids gone to? Relax, they'll show up sooner or later. |
Larry will try hard to slough off the baggage of his low brow name with no success. He'll end up moving back to the very home town you escaped by moving here, opening a used car lot and gaining local notoriety with his cable commercials: "Who has the lowest prices in town? LOWLY LARRY!" Darrell and Darrell will have twice the baggage of most identical twins, and spend their teen years trying in vain to distinguish themselves by attempting one act of derrng-do after another. Darrell the first will jump off the roof into a swimming pool during a wild "supervised" alcohol party while his girlfriend Daryl shouts, "Don't, Darrell, don't!" Lucikly, his middle name is James, which he will begin to assume as his first name as soon as he comes of age. Darrell the second, with a middle name of Wayne, can't escape his fate. |
Chester and Heather |
Ryan, Reid and Oliver |
Kathryn (Katie) and Dominic |
Your DD is not as sweet as she looks, or so you love to say. You assume she only cries for attention, and your first response is always a sarcastic, "Oh BOO HOO HOO!" That's okay, though, because you've read a lot of research that supports your position. Honey will grow up to be bitter but stronger for not having a mother duped into oozing ooey-gooey sympathy over every little boo boo. You should know -- you were like a fly stuck in your mother's syrupy trap for far too long. You'd never do that to your DD. Never. |
you met your huband when you were on birthright. you dream of moving your family to eilat |
uma and alamelu |
Your husband came here to visit family and overstayed his visa by 7 years. Oops! Your dad is thrilled over the fresh injection of genes from the Old Sod. |
The terror of the cul de sac. DH riles them up at bedtime and then wonders why you are mad. You spend your days dreaming of a sweet baby girl named Daphne. Maybe you could afford one of those fancy embryo-sorting gender selection procedure things if those damn boys would just stop breaking things. |
OP - you are brilliant. |
You bristle when anyone tries to guess the background of your DC's names. How dare they be so racist/classist/ethnocentric? Your cold glare is enough to shut them up. Silence is power. You'll research it for yourself one of these days. Seeing them browsing through People while still in an after-birth medicated stupor seemed like such a good idea at the time. Sigh. |