It's just a name....

....at least that's what Megan thinks.

The other day Megan and I were driving somewhere and she asked if she could talk with me about something that was worrying her. I'm not sure what made me say "Sure, Honey." because usually what worries Megan is something that I'm doing that she doesn't like....but I was actually glad I agreed to hear her out. She told me that she had been playing with some Pet Shop animals on the playground with one of her girlfriends during recess last week and they were having a hard time picking a name for one of the Pets. Well, Megan innocently suggested they call it "Dick", which was her great-grandfather's name. Another little girl happened to be standing nearby and very snootily (Is that a word? If not, I just made it up!) informed Megan that she shouldn't call anything "Dick" because it isn't very nice. Megan was wondering what in the world she was talking about. When Megan finished her explanation, it was all I could do to keep from laughing, but I managed to keep my composure. I didn't really feel like getting into a big explanation, so I just told her that "Richard" is a much nicer name because it's her Daddy's middle name. Someday I'm not gonna get away with this....yikes!