What is it about kids, going through a stage where they don’t like their name anymore? 🙂 When I was young, I decided I didn’t like my name and wanted to be called Molly. Now mind you, my name is very long, in reality. Including my confirmation name, there were ten syllables, excluding my maiden surname. My maiden name is a very short, one syllable name, which was much like the period at the end of a sentence. But most people always called me Anne, or Annie. Well, the elementary school principal, Mr. Hoy, was the only one who called me Antoinette…with his Texas accent of course. 🙂 I’d be walking down the hall at school and he’d pass me and say, “Hello Antanett.” 🙂 I’m not making fun of him. He was very nice. (Well, he did have a paddle in his office with holes in it…OUCH!) But I hated my long, drawn out name.
Now Grace has decided she doesn’t like her name. She gets downright angry about the fact that there are so many songs and books with her name in them. So she wants her name to be Amanda. 🙂
I heard once of a man (true story) who had his full name legally changed to Bubba Bubba Bubba. Ooooooookay! 🙂
Did you ever want your name changed when you were a child?