Like most girls, I sometimes entertain myself by imagining what names I like for my future children. The list changes periodically; new names added and others taken away for diverse reasons. My favorite name of late? Wednesday. As in, “this is my daughter, Wednesday (Smith/Jones/etc),” or “Wednesday, come on down for breakfast! You’re gonna be late for school!” Yep. It’s a beautiful name. Sadly, I’m afraid it can never be.
As my dad so thoughtfully pointed out the other day, my sweet, adorable daughter would be sharing a name with this distinctive public figure:
And while Wednesday Addams is a lovely little lady, I don’t know if she’s the person I want my daughter named after.
Oh well. Maybe I’ll name her that anyway. Unless they make a remake, the Addams family should fade into some kind of obscurity, right?