Sunday nights at our house are dinner with me, the kids, the Farmer and the Ex. They are always fun dinners, and I always feel very lucky for that.
My six-year-old talked about his new baby cousin, Eva (who is pictured, in utero, above). “She has a terrible name,” he said, “for Pig Latin. Its Vaeay. It doesn’t work.”
We all do the vowel arranging in our heads and agree, Eva is not a good Pig Latin name.
“Mom has a great name! It’s Enelopepay.”
The Farmer says, “It sounds like it could be the name of her next company.”
The Ex says, “Yeah, emphasis on the pay.”
The three adults laugh.
And then I get nervous. About what I’m going to do next. If you have had three companies, people assume you will have a fourth. So I assume that, too. Which makes me nervous. Read more