Daughter has penchant for naming inanimate objects. First, it was a plastic horse she named Tina. Fine. Horses have names. I would have gone with Glue Factory myself, but I think the humor would have been lost on Daughter. Then a few months ago, she named our bike pump Spot. Still not sure why she went with Spot or felt the need to name a bike pump, but who am I to stifle a two-year-old's imagination? When I was her age, I had an imaginary friend named Jill that was a boy, or so my mom tells me. Last Sunday, we brought something home that Daughter named Tonya. This is Tonya:
Our Christmas tree is named Tonya. With a plastic horse named Tina and a Christmas Tree named Tonya, the next logical step is a wagon named Tammi, a door named Tiffany, and shoes named Tara and Tracy.