Last night we went to some good friends of ours house for dinner.  They have 3 kids; Victoria, Spencer, and Andrew. Victoria and Spencer are closer to my age(Victoria’s 2 years older, Spencer’s a year and a half younger), and Andrew is in between Joe and Gabe’s age. They’re family is totally awesome, and you can’t not smile while in their presence.
Dinner was great.
After Victoria tried to kill me and Spencer devoured some stationary we played Life. I landed on the “Get Married!” spot of the game. Victoria asked me what I wanted to name him. “Johnathan Marcus” I replied. “I’ll call him John, but not Johnny.”
Victoria just smiled at me, but that wasn’t strange; she smiles all the time.
But Spencer gave me this really strange look.
“What?” I innocently asked.
He kept on giving me that look. Then I realized it.
Duh, I thought to myself. Their dad’s name is Jonathan, and he’s called Jonny for short.
Truth was, I’ve been planning to name one of my kids Johnathan Marcus, in the future of course, for a while now. I’ve liked the name Johnathan since I read one of Janette Oke’s books where one of the main characters was named Jonathan, which was years ago. And the other day I happened to be joking with my mom about how they would be the crazy grandparents who would call my kids nicknames I don’t like. Like if I named my kid Johnathan they’d call him Johnny instead of John. (it was just an example; I have nothing against the name Johnny)
Victoria and Spencer didn’t know that.
Oh well.
We continued playing and soon enough I landed on a “Adopt Twins” spot. I decided to get a girl and a boy.
“Okay, Kait. What are their names?” Victoria asked once again.
“The girl is Coraline Marie, and the boy is William Christian.” I answered.
Another strange look from Spencer.
This time I was a a little quicker to link 2 and 2.
Oh double-duh, Spencer’s middle name is Christian. I realized.
Another name I’ve always liked, but never really liked as a first name so I set it aside for a middle name.
It just keeps getting better.

 I must look like a name thief.

What can I help it if their family has such great names?

I never did explain the sillyness of it, for I was laughing too much to say it.

They probably think I’m crazy. And hey; perhaps I truly am.

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