To commemorate the occasion, I printed off a paper with the title
accompanied by a photo and his full name, and put it up on my cubicle wall.
My son has a perfectly normal name. But several of my coworkers, reading the title of the picture, misconstrued it, thinking I had named my child "Busninja," a weird, possibly foreign, definitely-trying-to-be-trendy-and-unique name. Several of them stopped by to ask
When I responded with his perfectly normal name, they would all sheepishly grin and say something like, "Oh, right, I, uh, I just thought that . . . never mind." Some of my co-workers, hesitant to ask, would just say things like
and I would say "Thanks!" but I knew that on the inside they were judging me for naming my baby something unpronounceable.
I admit that it gave me a little bit of glee.