Prior to our children's arrival, we thought we'd examined all the possible ways people could butcher their names. the names we'd chosen so carefully. The names we thought were unique, meaningful and at minimal risk for being mocked. We'd even jokingly yelled the entire name out loud - practicing for that rare occasion when we might be mad at our little angels. What we didn't practice was how their siblings would screech it at them in a fit of anger.
These normally beautiful names become freakified in a fit of sibling vehement. Elegance becomes irritant. Like manicured nails on a chalkboard or chewing on a balloon.
Two syllables are not good enough when expressing ones disgust at a sibling. How will the person know you HATE them if you don't take 5 minutes butchering their name? Add vowels, consonants, guteral noises and maybe even some kind of derogatory rhyme - then they'll get the horrid picture.
I think one day I shall miss the sound of their "terms of disdainment" . I know I'd like a chance to try. Until then, I remind myself that sibling relations are good practice for life. You can hate someone and love them at the same time.
Oh, no - now they've started in with the dog. Gotta go!
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