His Last Name is Going to be Howard

Here's the deal: I'm going to take a short bloggy break and in the meantime I thought it appropriate to rerun some of my most favorite Jackelope posts, since his birthday is this week.

Yes, Jackelope did indeed reach 8 years of age, despite my many warnings that he would not.


Here's one from January 2008.

A piece of carrot almost just went up my nose. There I was, eating my carrots for lunch like a good girl, after my 10 chicken nuggets and seasoned fries, and Jackelope throws me a good one.

"My last name is going to be Howard when I grow up."

As I choked on my chewed up carrot and tried to sniff that one piece back down my nasal cavity, I tried to eek out why he would want his last name to be Howard instead of the one he already has; which is not Howard, by the way.

It turns out he was a little confused on a couple points. Number one: only girls get to change their names and only when they get married. Number two: even girls don't get to choose what their names are going to be. Usually.

I told him the only way his last name would ever be Howard was if he entered the Witness Protection Program. He didn't ask what that was and was satisfied and went back to drinking his hot tea and eating his nuggets.

Only a Jackelope would drink hot tea with his lunch. Maybe he's British?