It’s one of those things you think is going to have the life expectancy of a house fly when it starts. But then it somehow manages to stick.
Little Guy has been on a “Dora the Explorer” kick lately, and a few times Friday he demanded to be called “Boots.”
Saturday, during one of our weekly slumber parties, he wanted to play, “Where could that monkey be?” And insisted that I search frantically for Boots.
Today, when I greeted him with “Good morning, Little Guy,” he hastily corrected me. “I’m Boots. You’re Dora.” FIne, but I really would look wretchedly washed out with black hair, so I think I’ll stick with red.
Now I’m making it official: The kid formerly known as Little Guy shall henceforth be called “Boots.”
I had been looking for an entre to change his blog name anyway. When I started writing, he was only 1 and Little Guy dovetailed logically with Big Guy. Little Guy wasn’t verbal enough to object. I did consider briefly that long-term there might be certain, er, psychological ramifications at hanging that label on him. And since I hate labels …
Besides, based on their current growth rates, there’s a more than decent chance Little Guy someday will be bigger than Big Guy, though his brother refuses to accept that. “I’ll always be bigger,” Big Guy says. “I’m older.”
Says you. Take that up with Boots in about five years.
Copyright 2008 Debra Legg. All rights reserved.
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