I have one brother – He prefers Bob or the more formal, Robert. I’m the big sister, so he’ll always be Bobby to me. Also, Bobby is easier to say when you’re referring to the three of us siblings down the line: Tracy, Debbie, Bobby.
I guess my parents had a thing for names that end in the eeeee sound. It’s more fun to yell at kids, too, when you can string out their name in the middle…and the end. I can still hear my dad yelling for at me now…
Bobby is nearly 13 years younger than me. When I was in high-school, he was in pre-K. When I went to college, he was 5.
It was great to have a little kid around the house in those days. I can still remember him playing with his He-Man toys and plastic dinosaurs while I was studying for the college entry exams.
By the time Bobby entered the picture, the family dog was getting up there in years. Her name was Beast. You didn’t misread that – Beast was her name. She had one blue eye and one brown eye. Every time she would make a run for it, my sister and I would have to walk around the neighborhood looking for her, yelling…
Heeeere, Beast! Heeeeere, Beast!
That’s enough to traumatize a teenaged girl. But add to that Beast-calling walk…a baby stroller containing your little brother, and….you’d rather the dog stayed home and you’d run away yourself.
Have a great weekend everyone! Be back at you on Monday with the letter C.