Saturday, February 20, 2010

I never thought I'd have a son named Owie

We have an ongoing debate in our house over how to pronounce Dawit's name. DOW-it? DAH-wit? Dah-WEET? Spence is obsessed about making sure we're pronouncing it correctly. So whenever anyone says, "Oh he's cute. What's his name?" there's a 5-minute explanation that drags everyone into our debate and makes us look like we don't really know what it is.

Frankly, it's true. We don't know. It depends on whether we want to try to mimic the Ethiopian accent or put some kind of American spin on it. Luckily, Caroline has rendered the whole thing a moot point. She calls him Dawie (DOW-ee). And if she's telling on him, it's Owie:

"Maaaaa-ma! Look at Owie!"

Usually that means he's unloading the trash can or eating last night's dried peas off the floor.

Sometimes you just can't control a name - you have to give in and let the chips fall where they may. Apparently they've fallen on Owie. Heaven help him when school starts!