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Identity Crisis

Recently, we welcomed a new member to the family - a nice, shiny, bouncing baby Tahoe.  The ol'Trailblazer had seen it's best days pass it by and she was ready for the pasture.  Little did I know that the new vehicle would be the source of so much contention and argument amongst our little family.

The Tahoe is a big, beautiful, black vehicle, and I was thoroughly convinced she needed a name that fully represented her.  (She is most definitely a female.)  I considered the name "Sophia" after the character portrayed by Oprah Winfrey in The Color Purple.  But, then I thought about Octavia Spencer's character in "The Help":  Minny Jackson.  Minny was quite the character, and I knew immediately that my lovely Tahoe would be "Minny" from then on.

Then I picked up my offspring.  Jake immediately, and very vocally, made it known that he did not like the name Minny.  He wanted to call her "Striker".  Why "Striker", I asked?  "Because I am going to play soccer and striker is one of the positions and I really need to name something Striker, " he replied.  I'm sure in 6-year-old logic that it somehow makes sense, but not to my 40-year-old logic.  (No, I don't mind that you know how old I am. Ha.) 

I told him that you couldn't name a girl car "Striker".  He argued that we could.  The argument continued all over town and back home.  Emma agreed with whomever asked her, so she was little help.  Minny, Sriker, whatever - you could name it Broccoli for all she cared.

As soon as we arrived home, Jake immediately hit his father up for more support.  El Hubbo, in his cantankerous way, chose El Gato Negro.  (The Black Cat).  Jake and I briefly united to shoot that one down. 

In the spirit of compromise, I offered to allow her to be named Minny Striker.  Jake still does not find this satisfactory and the argument continues to this day.  (Two weeks after the purchase.)  But, it doesn't really matter, because in the end, she is MINE!  And she shall be called MINNY!

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