Although I wish that there was some amazing story to tell, maybe involving elves with gas, there just isn't.
Daughter (J Girl, age 3) loves to read a series of books, that happen to have a name very similar to this blog. During one of these readings, which usually involves me reading while she runs around like a banshee hardly listening, son ( J Boy, age 1) enters with a load in his diaper, and out came Stinky John Jones.
The name stuck, and has involved many moments where strangers inevitably ask J Girl for her brothers name, which she promptly responds "Stinky John Jones"! Some look to me for approval, and the best times are when I just nod with a look like, "What? You have a problem with my son's name!"
This can, at times, backfire.....like when you are at the local fair, and during a conversation with a police officer regarding identification kits for the kids, the officer asks for their names, and J Girl quickly says, "His name is Stinky John Jones"!





Love it - and love all your "About Me" facts. I used to totally watch Al Alberts Showcase, by the way! Haha!
Posted by: steph | 12 November 2009 at 08:49 PM
Lovely...or not. But fun!! It sure will be something to laugh at when the kids are older.
My son - now 5 - used to think (when 2,5-3 yrs old) that he was Christopher Robin (yes THE Christopher Robin). Once, a very nice man asked him about his name and the name of his younger brother - then one year - the boy with imagination big as the universe quickly replied: "Me, I'm Christoffer Robin and that is Baby." The man actually believed him. (!) But if you knew the names of his kids you wouldn't be surprised.... The poor brother of C.R. went under the name Baby for a long long time.
Posted by: Kia | 06 March 2008 at 08:58 AM