Here is a stuffed animal I had as a kid:
I don't know, he's alright. I do like St. Bernards.
Actually he's not that important to me.
But what I'm interested in is this, as we zoom in to the wooden cask around his neck:
Why did I change his name from Star to Bravo? Change of heart? Were there a lot of other stuffed animals that year named Star? And, couldn't I have come up with more interesting names? Come to think of it, why did I write his name at all? If anything, shouldn't I have written my name?
Well, it's a good thing we can all have a good laugh now about how stupid I was as a kid.
posted by Sheridan Dupre @ 12:00 PM
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I'd like to add a footnote to this piece - do parents ever wish to change the names of their kids? Perhaps a week or so after naming a child at birth, is there a phenomenon in which a parent is overcome with anxiety about their chosen name, as they get used to it, as they attach their invention to a real person and turn that name over to them in a way, and do people want to change the name while they know they still could?
So when I have a son, and I name him Star, I'm not going to be able to change his name to Bravo even if I realize that's a better name 12 days into his young life?
Kinda makes you think, doesn't it?
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