Eddie

Once upon a college Psychology class I was warned about Self Fulfilling Prophecies. You know what that is right....if you worry about something you may inadvertently make it come true?

Well it seems that I've created one of these for myself. Remember this post where I worried that by giving my son a multitude of nicknames I might be setting him up for an identity crisis? Ummmmmmmm, yeah.

It has happened.

Meet Eddie.

Seriously. My son talks about himself in the third person and calls himself "Eddie."

Now -- there are numerous explanations for this, such as "Sethy" is hard for him to say and when he says his name it sounds like "Eddie." And he talks about himself in the third person because when speaking to him I speak about myself in the third person. As in -- "That's Mama's cup" or "Mama is going upstairs" or "Mama is going lose her mind if she has to wash one more sinkload of dirty dishes."

So no, I don't think it's an actual identity crisis. And I'm not going to be seeking mental health care for my 2 1/2 year old. But I do think it's pretty funny.

Just like I think it's pretty funny that he also refers to himself as, and insists that his father and I call him "Bob."

As in Bob the Builder.

And while "Bob" is a skilled craftsman who can construct heat pumps, houses, train tracks and couches out of Legos, he is nothing without his team of trusty sidekicks.

So "Bob" has invited his parents to the identity crisis party. I'm "Wendy," a beautiful buxom blonde who keeps Bob's building business burgeoning and who I TOTALLY resemble.

And here's a pic of "Bob" and "Farmer Pickles."

See the resemblence to the "real" Farmer Pickles?

Neither do I.....Thank God! ;)

CAN'T. TALK. ABOUT. IT.

Ugh.

Here's the deal.

I like to talk.

I like to talk A LOT.

I love to tell stories.

I love to talk about feelings.

I love laughing with strangers.

I love to analyze behaviors and thought patterns.

According to my husband I can even talk things to death.

I'm getting better but I can be a habitual over-sharer.

I talk to strangers in the line at the grocery store.

I make idle chit-chat with service employees.

One of my favorite things about having a child is that I can talk to myself in public and people think I'm talking to my child.

Guys, I even talk to strangers in elevators.

And here I am.

In Jury Duty.

Surrounded by all sorts of fascinating characters, describing interesting events, participating in history, keeping the wheels of our justice system greased and moving, protecting the laws and moral statutes of our land, ensuring that order will prevail....

And I CAN'T TALK ABOUT IT.

Ugh.