HomeLife,  Otto Fox Wilder

misunderstanding is the funniest

The best conversations happen in the car.

We are driving along, discussing names for future pets.

(It’s what we do.)

And we all keep shouting out ideas.

“Huckleberry.  Atticus.  Dash.  Lazarus.  Seven.”

(That last one is from me.  I really want to name some animal Seven.)

And then someone in the front seat suggests, “Ebenezer”.

I love that golden swoop of hair on his golden head.

This adorable Otto voice arises from the backseat.

Lots of laughter.

“No, guys.  That’s silly.  Who would ever want to call a dog Ebenezer?”  He’s choking out the words, he’s laughing so hard.

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We all sort of wait for his laughter to settle down.

“Why is that so funny?  Ebenezer is an okay name.”

“No,” he explains.  “It isn’t.  It’s not a name at all.  It’s your SKIN!”

Heads turn to look at his sweet boy face.

“You know,” he goes on.  “I see your Ebenezer showing?”

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