Ah, the odd things that flow through our conversations at home. Yesterday's example came after I'd been catching up on reading Christmas letters. Husband was sitting at his computer, working on his grad study. Stepson was settled into the other Lazyboy starting to study for his finals this week.Me: It's hard for me to understand how people can change their names late in life, like after they've gone by a different first name all their lives.
Stepson: Yeah. I thought about doing that when I moved back here. I thought: "Hey! I could say, 'My name's Joey*, but you can call me Tiger Claw.'"
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