Ok, so the [name]Williams[/name] family. Adorable couple living in Chicago. Mom is beyond cute, blonde, bubbly, just adorable. And they have a 15 month old girl who is ditto - just, like, walking cuteness. Her name is [name]Delainey[/name]. It ughed me out, tbh, I’m not into the surname thing.
But anyway, you get to meet the extended fam, and Mom’s mom - Grandma - in her 60s but just as spritely and perky and blonde and adorable as Mom. “I can’t wait to meet my 18th grandbaby,” she says.
Everybody wants to know the name, but Mom and Dad won’t tell. “People are so funny about names,” they say, politely. And they don’t know the gender yet.
Well, Grandma’s in the delivery room when the newest one pops out. “It’s a girl!” Everyone is so happy, and as they’re laying the baby girl on mama’s tummy and Mom and Dad are crying, Dad says, “[name]Penelope[/name]!” And Grandma, right in the midst of all that says - politely! - “[name]Penelope[/name]?! When did we decide that?”
It was just hilarious to me, as someone who thinks about names a lot. “When did we decide that?” is polite person speak for “That is effing horrendous.” For her to say that, in her sweet perky grandma voice, right at the birth… Aw, man. No wonder Mom and Dad didn’t wanna talk about names.