Dad is still totally fixated by the baby. He’s put a finger into the crib, and the baby has wrapped her tiny hand around it.
“So, old girl,” he’s saying. “What are we calling you, then?”
“We haven’t decided yet,” I say. “It’s so hard!”
“I’ve brought you a book!” says Mum, rootling in her holdall. “What about Grisabella?”
“Grisabella?” echoes Dad.
“It’s a lovely name!” says Mum defensively, pulling out 1,000 Girls’ Names and putting it on the bed. “Unusual.”
“She’d get called Grizzle in the playground!” Dad retorts.
“Not necessarily! She could be Bella… or Grizzy…”
“Grizzy? Jane, are you mad?”
“Well, what do you like?” says Mum, affronted.
“I was thinking… possibly…” Dad clears his throat. “Rhapsody.”
I glance at Luke, who mouths Rhapsody? with such an expression of horror, I want to laugh.
“Hey, I have an idea,” chimes in Suze. “Fruit’s been done to death, but not herbs. You caould call her Tarragon!”
“Tarragon?” Mum looks appalled. “You might as well call her Chili Powder!”
From Shopaholic & Baby
Posted on November 24th, 2007 by The Prince
Filed under: Kinsella, Sophie
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