Tornado S doesn’t like picking Tornado E up from school. I think he thinks we can just leave him there. It’s a nice thought some days. As I convinced Tornado S into a jacket, out of the house, and into his car seat, I chatted.
Me: Now, we’ll get Tornado E, baby.
Tornado S: I not baby! I a big boy!
Me: Yes, you are! And soon you’ll be a big brother too. Would you like to be a big brother?
Tornado S: I no big brother! I Tornado S!
Well, put.
Tornado E: I think I want to name Tornado S.
Me: What?
Tornado E: I want to name Tornado S.
Me: He already has a name. It’s Tornado S.
Tornado E: He needs a new name. I’m going to call him Falleif.
Me: What? No.
Tornado E: Falleif! Let’s play cars.
Me: We’re not naming your brother Falleif.
Tornado E: Falleif, do you want juice?
Me: Tornado S, do you want juice.
Tornado S: Please juice!
Me: See. He’s name is Tornado S.
Tornado E: I’m still going to call him Falleif.
Faemom 