The woman that cuts my hair recently had a new child, a baby boy. I ran into her this weekend at Meijer’s. She named her new son Owen. A strong and manly name, if you ask me.
Many of the names parents stick their kids with today makes me wonder just what in the hell were they thinking? To some parents, naming a child is almost like naming a product. For example, Graciela, Nestor, Xiomara or God forbid Barack.
When she told her husband she had picked Owen, he immediately said he had the perfect middle name. She was fine with his selection, but it wasn’t until much later that she found out the driving force behind his choice.
So, they named the child (drum roll please) – Owen Sullivan (last name withheld).
I’m sure Frank and Tommy will be elated.
AWB
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I guess this trumps having my son on Saint Patrick’s Day. O’s was my favorite bar for years. Met my husband there, met my boss there.
Only at O’s…