What's in a name?

In a former life, I had some friends who had their newborn daughter's name legally changed from Carrie to Emily...or vice-versa...I forget...because she didn't look like a...well, whatever the hell the original name was.
At the time, I thought it was one of the stupidest things I've ever heard of.

All newborn babies look like little....widgets...anyway.

But then I started thinkin that it really might not be such a bad idea after all. Wait til a kid turns 2 or so, then name 'em. By age 2, the personality starts to develop and you can fit the name to the personality. We've all known a few wimpy little geeks that look like 'Herbies', but are stuck with some ill-fitting name like 'Brick'. Or how about the 5'10", 350 pound gal named 'Pixie'?

You get the idea. Let the personality or appearance decide the name...not the other way around.

So by this time, you're probably figuring out that we've changed Elwood's name to Stuart. Stuart the cat. Stewie. The Stewster. I'm sure he doesn't know the difference. Doesn't matter. He doesn't come when you call him, anyway. Even when you say, "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!" The only time he comes runnin' is when you say "Treat!". That gets him off his ass, post haste.

So his name is really more for us than it is for him. But 'Stuart' or 'Stewie' just...fits. He's precocious and hyper stubborn and does his own thing. Just like Stuart and Stewie.

'Course, even we don't call him Stuart most of the time.

But he doesn't come to the sound of "You ASSHOLE!" or "You little bastard!", either.