While I was driving everyone to tennis lessons, my nine year old daughter and her friend sat in the backseat and planned their entire lives, right down to the number of children they’ll have and their names.
My daughter’s friend states knowledgeably, “I’m not getting married until after college, because boys don’t even grow up until they’re about twenty-three.”
She’s only nine and she knows more about men than I did in high school.
My daughter’s friend continues, “I’ll probably have two kids. A boy and a girl, named Jackson and Jordan.”
Alliteration still reigns supreme among pre-teen fantasies, I’m glad to see.
“Okay,” said my Trinity, “Let’s say I have three kids after college. I’m going to name them Ian, Iyla, and Susan.”
“Ooooh,” says her friend, “I’ve never even heard of the name Susan before!”
“I like unusual names,” Trinity answers modestly.
As the girls bounce ideas off of each other they come up with more and more names to call their fictitious offspring. Justin, Jennifer, Issac, Edmund, Lucy, Natalie, Simon, Rebecca, and Jasmine are all contenders. Finally the girls agree to have four children each, then six children, and finally eight children to accommodate their growing list of names.
I had to smile at them (even though a large portion of my brain kept shouting “Stop talking about having babies because you’re still babies yourselves!) because I know I did the same thing when I was their age. In fact, I went as high as nine kids to use up all my names and even decided that the title of my best selling memoir would be If Eight is Enough, Then What is Nine?
I still maintain that is a fine title. The TLC channel should jump all over it.
My four year old joins the conversation when she mentions, “I’m going to name my daughter Sally, after my Build-a-Bear.”
For a few moments there is silence in the car.
“MOM!” Trinity shouts horrified when she’s finally able to speak. “Make her stop! She’s too young to talk about getting married and having babies. It makes me feel awkward!”
We’re stopped at a red light, so I catch Trinity’s eye in the rearview mirror and answer, “Yep, I know exactly what you mean.”