names

Naming things is always in interesting problem. It’s well known that eskimos have lots of words for “snow” (though in reality this could well just be an urban legend - I’ve never met an eskimo). I also read somewhere that eskimos tend to name places after events, so somewhere there is reputed to be a valley called something like “Two men kissed and the caribou got away.”

Louis, who is three, started at a new nursery a few weeks ago. As a result he has lots of new friends. Of particular note are Adam and Adam-who-doesn’t-whack-people. You should draw your own conclusions. Another notable friend is Joseph-who-doesn’t-have-black-hair, clearly distinct from Joseph, who presumably does.

Odd things happen with kids when stuff sounds similar. Jenny was given some chocolates by a friend and, later that same say, Louis came into the kitchen and saw me eating something (it was a digestive biscuit). He asked me was I eating “air-conditioning”. This was puzzling for a while, as that seemed like a silly idea. It turns out the chocolates are Ferrero-Rocher, and that’s what he meant. From now on they will be “air-conditioning” chocolates though - you should never let something like that die.