January 28, 2008

Whats In A Name can be... Not So Good.

My younger two boys are into Webkinz, in particular my middle son. Its all rather benign. There is no shooting, killing or blood involved with these little computer stuffed animals.

It was a shock, but should not have been, when I heard Mr. T talking to his younger brother today about how he makes his choice as to which of these sweet little fuzzy Webkinz to purchase.

He picks them based upon their ability to kill… that would be, those at or near the top of the food chain, such as a German Shepherd or a polar bear, or even a platypus, that he has informed me can poison the enemy, makes his cut list, whereas the sweet little kittens and horses don’t. The koala bear made it just for the sheer disgustingness of the fact it feeds its poop to its young.

Little boy minds work differently than little girl minds.

Most definitely.

So in the car today, coming home from the movie, he asked me to stop by the local chocolate store, which happens to have the best selection of Webkinz. He had birthday money burning a hole in his pocket. These trips to Hoffman’s to buy these Webkinz are starting to make me fat. I can’t walk into a chocolate specialty store and not actually BUY chocolate. It’s frickin’ KILLING me.

So much for starting to detox this week.

Anyway, so in the store we were and he bought a platypus. The Webkinz come in big versions and smaller versions, the smaller called Lil’ kinz. He already had the big platypus, so it was the Lil’ kinz platypus he’d wanted.

We got in the car and he said, ‘Mom, I need to name it…’

I was kind of stumped. I typically help him, but this time, nothing was jumping at me for a frickin’ platypus. I couldn’t think of any famous platypuses (I thought platypi, but it is not the plural, but I think it should be). It wasn’t like the pug that Bones bought that I looked at and said, “Frank!” and he said, “YES! Frank!” (Frank was the talking pug in Men in Black. Why in the HELL do I remember THAT? But I can’t remember names of people?)

So as we’re going through names I said, “Well, Platty?”

And he replied, “Nope. I named the big one Platty… We need to keep thinking… Hmmmm”

And I just sat there, sucking in air, hoping that the two little boys wouldn’t pick that last syllable to add a ‘y’ to.

Thankfully we were saved by my quickly saying, “Oh! Fancy Flippers!” and so he has been dubbed. Holy crap… I was worried.


Posted by Boudicca at January 28, 2008 09:36 PM | TrackBack
Comments

ROTFLMAO!!! You would have been quick on your feet and have said something on the lines... that's what they call cats... it would be confusing. baw ha ah ha ha ha... oh this is just too funny...

Posted by: vw bug at January 29, 2008 06:14 AM

Well...from a not-so-far-removed boys perspective...staying within his paradigm of choosing which ones to buy, and the relative inertness of the platypus from a battle readiness qualitative...the much maligned moniker may have acually proved quite appropriate.

Posted by: Jay- the friendly neighborhood piper at January 29, 2008 10:08 AM

One day, you will treasure these moments...good thing you've got yer blog to preserve 'em.

Posted by: Elisson at January 29, 2008 11:51 AM

Hey, at least your boys come up with original names. Mine just name them what they are, Frog, Lizard, Gecko, etc.

BTW, TAG! You're it!

Posted by: Contagion at January 29, 2008 07:23 PM