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I guess I'm not really one to talk...I mean, my name is not exactly normal, but...there's these two kids that have been coming into work the last couple of weeks, and their names are Cambridge and Dartmouth. The boy's name is Cambridge, but they call him Jet. The girl's name is Dartmouth. That's just weird. I have their next eight kids names all picked out though. Harvard, Oxford, Berkley, Princeton, Tulane, Pepperdine, Notre Dame, and The University of Iowa. None of these are gender specific because if you're naming your child after a college the last thing their gonna have to be worried about being teased about is that they are a girl with a boy's name or vice versa. I enjoy making fun of the different children's names that come in. It brings sunshine into my drab existence. The other day I noticed that Blaise and Brixen had booked another party. We refer to them as the reindeer children. Don't they sound like reindeer. On Dasher on Dancer on Prancer and Vixen on Comet on Cupid on Donder and Blitzen and don't forget on Blaise and on Brixen. It fits perfectly. We had a kid named Kelis one day. I sang the milkshake song all day long. We also have had Gus several times. I sang Cinderella songs and made references to Rusafee every chance I got. (by the way...Cinderella is coming out on DVD in October...someone should buy it for me. Uh huh. Someone should) This is why I'm not allowed to work when these children come in.