Beautimous Morris

Totally Random Story...
When I was young, I enjoyed playing with my barbies. One day I named my barbie family {The Rose family}. There was a younger barbie, probably a Skipper (remember the teenage barbie?), who I thought was very beautiful. I came up with thee PERFECT name for her- [BEAUTIMOUS ROSE]. I was SO proud of this name. So proud, in fact, that I went to my mom to tell her of my genius. I was a little shy about it, though, and I wanted to be sure that she didn't tell anyone else so I swore her to secrecy. Then I went back to playing with Beautimous and the rest of the Rose family.
Later that night, I was absolutely mortified when my siblings began to tease me about BEAUTIMOUS ROSE. How did they know?! Who told them? It had to have been my mother! The traitor!! I'd been betrayed!! How could she??
I've actually been able to laugh about this now for several years, but still, deep down inside, felt like I would NEVER do that to my own child. Until... I became a mother. Now I know, without a doubt, that if my child came to me to tell me of the beautiful name they gave their barbie, I would be on the phone within seconds sharing it with everyone I could get a hold of. And I guess it would be okay. I didn't need therapy, after all.