By Braddah Lance
Our weekly trip to Sam's Club Club was naturally yet another adventure. Well, puzzling or offending, depending on how you look at it.
As we were getting our cart checked by da "gate keepers", our daughter decided to be Miss Aloha and chat away.
DK: Hi. Here you go (handing the receipt). My name's Dylan.
Gatekeeper: Huh? (Hard of hearing) What did you say dear?
BL: (Looks at me) Go on. She didn't hear you.
DK: My name is Dylan. I'm three (holding up three fingers)
Gatekeeper: Oh. She's adorable.... uh.... (looking at her funny kine then to me whispering to us).....
She's a "she" right?
Really? The long hair, the feminine features, da voice and Hello Kitty outfit didn't give it away?
Wassup Wit Dat!
BL: Yes, Auntie, she's a girl.
Gatekeeper: I have a nephew named Dylan and he's a boy.
BL: Oh. Dylan is a unisex name - it can be a boy or a girl.
Gatekeeper: (Real perplexed look - don't think she knew wat unisex meant) Oh. Okay, I'm going to draw TWO happy faces then.
I was kinda trippin' out cause I mean with all da kine funky, made up, inanimate, mish-mash of names flying around these days..... Dylan can't be a girl's name?
I couldn't help but share a chuckle wit Da Wife as we left.