My sister is pregnant and she finally told us the baby name.
I am not putting it here because honestly it is so specific she would know this was me. But imagine a prescription drug mixed with a medieval horse.
Everybody at dinner did that fake smile. You know the one. Mouth says cute, eyes say dear God.
Then she asked me directly what I thought and I panicked and said it was “really unique.” Which is family code for what the hell are you doing.
Now she keeps sending me nursery stuff with the name on it, so clearly this train has left the station and has custom wall letters.
Do I tell her before the kid has to spend 80 years spelling it, or mind my damn business?
Now the comments get a turn.
Read the room, state your case, and try not to become the reason the next submission exists.