The Big Sis and I were at lunch recently, and I was asking her about her first week of school, her teacher, her new friends, etc. I must have zoned out a bit when I caught her saying, “…and Twilight’s brother…” Wait, huh? Hold on there, child. Twilight? I did the math, and it was possible that someone who read the Twilight series of books liked it so much they named their son (daughter?) Twilight. I began to cringe for this poor kid, but I had to remain neutral to The Big Sis; I couldn’t let her know that I thought this kid’s name was completely stupid. Not really the professional thing to do.
I was incredibly relieved, to say the least.
But look out. You know there IS some poor kid out there who is named Twilight. You just know it.