My 2 oldest kids make me feel like a horse’s behind whenever I talk about getting rid of it, even though it hasn’t been anything but a planter and mouse breeding grounds for a couple years
So when Mrs. Grouse and I come driving home with the replacement for Ol’ Blue, my sister was watching the kids at our house. We roll up the driveway and the kids are standing on the back steps with their little arms folded and giving the new SUV a good, disapproving look-over.
The new SUV is a white GMC Acadia.
So I get out and say, “Guys, what do you think of the new SUV?”
I was totally unprepared for what happened next. The older son (then 6) says, “What’s his name?”
Oh sh!t. Holy Moses, I didn’t see that coming. ALL vehicles MUST have names. I was totally drawing a blank. I had to answer, but the freaking pressure… My mind went blank. I got nothing. Whatever I say here, it’s going to stick and I didn’t want to end up spending the next 10 years with a freaking truck with a dumb name.
Mrs. Grouse saw me drowning and saved me. She comes walking around the truck and says to the kids:
“His name is Moby. He’s the Great White SUV, of course.”
It stuck like glue. The kids nodded in approval and I’ve been driving Moby ever since.
Grouse