He's here, he's ... well, he's a gnome. Let's just get used to that.
His name, of course, is David. I haven't named a thing since we got the cat and named it Q, for Star Trek. Since then, K's named everything, and I mean everything. She names everything.
Whenever she would get a doll or stuffed animal, no matter how young she was, she would look at it seriously for a minute or two and then make a pronouncement: "Norman" she might say, or "Suzanne." The names weren't always weird; at times, the weirdest thing about them was how normal they were compared to the thing being named. The stuffed blue swan, I think, was Robert. I don't know.
The best was the pumpkins. One year when she was about six, we got the girls their Halloween pumpkins, and K looked at hers -- we knew what was coming -- and she said "Emily." She insisted that we refer to the pumpkin as "she" and when Emily's time was up, we got a troubled sounding "Oh no, not Emily!" We forgot all about it, but the next year, the pumpkin was named "Emily the Second" and on and on, until she outgrew the need for Halloween pumpkins.
You may find "David" the most logical gnome name, as K did, since it was a cartoon series some years ago. When I unpacked the little man from his box, K and R both broke into a chorus of "David the Gnome."
So here he is. Watch this space for more.
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