I saw a friend yesterday who is pregnant with her third baby. She looks fantastic - like Polly Pockets with a bubble in her belly. I'm always in awe of women like this. They remind me of baby fawns who, despite little tiny limbs, still manage to pop out of the womb and walk around quite gracefully. (At 36 I can barely manage a barefooted stroll across my kitchen floor without jamming my toe into a cupboard, fracturing it at the tip, but that's a story for another day.)
I write about our meeting because, in leaving, I put the initials together of her soon-to-be-named child and realized it formed an acronym that wasn't entirely pleasant - not a bad word, but not a complimentary one either. The word? OAF - meaning a character who is dull and dimwitted.
Here is the dilemna: Was I out of line to email her a link to the word, giving the history of its elf like origins? Would I have been better off keeping my mouth shut, assuming that she had indeed understood the acronym and decided not to worry about it?
I mean, kids are mean in school, but this word isn't exactly in an 8 year old's vocabulary. It's unlikely they will run around the playground screaming, "Hey, oaf, move your ghoulish ass!" Why would they, when they could simply make fun of initials such as the ones my parents so lovingly gave me: ARF.
And yes, this explains a lot.