What’s in a Name?

My granddaughter Zoe (4 1/2) likes to make up names for dolls and the small figures she plays with. She’s come up with some beauties, I must say. Philantria, Dasenda, Vernaya, Pantria, Ferindria – among others. Unusual. (Yes, I know: try getting that lot past auto-correct and you’ll see what I mean).

I’ve no idea if I’ve spelled these correctly, by the way, as Zoe can’t read yet.

So a couple of days ago we were looking at the wild rabbit that comes to sit on the lawn each day and I asked her if it had a name.

She gazed at it for a moment and then, in a clear voice, said, “Steve”.

Steve the bunny seems OK with that.