Allow me to set the comical scene for you…
Not so long ago, in a galaxy far, far close by, that readily resembles my life, my home – a doppelganger existence of my whole world – a beautiful flaxen haired, blue eyed boy tested his boundaries so much so, on a daily basis, the sound of the words “Harrison No” fused together and formed a regular catchphrase, that echoed around his existence.
Time and again this vernacular was rolled out for presentation – at the end of mealtimes, when a now surplus to requirements spoon could be seen being hurled across the kitchen floor; or perhaps if a ever curious hand crept towards the TV remote, or (and this is becoming increasingly common) when he darted from my grasp in a busy shopping centre, intent on bearing down with speed in the complete opposite direction of where we should be heading. All of these scenarios (and more) often called for the now familiar phrase of “Harrison No” to be heard.
So, I cant help but wonder, has this staple statement oft sprouted in our universe suddenly responsible for the son deciding it’s actually his name?
It had been a fairly routine Sunday night, when we had our first sample of this newly assumed identity. Bath time was over, and the husband decided to play a game with his son. Hoisting him up to mirror height, he points at me “Who’s that” he asked “Mummy!” comes his swift reply. This time Tone points to himself and asks the same question; and is duly answered “Daddy!”. So we move then to pointing to the son, asking “And who is that?”…. And that, ladies and gentleman, is when the baby boy informed us that he is now to be known as “Harrison No”.
Cue spluttering laughter and shocked saucer eyes from the amused parents – with a cheeky giggle thrown in for good measure from the son.
To strengthen my case, yesterday morning as I crept about in my early morning fug, attempting to ready myself for an onslaught out in the paid working world, I heard a stirring from my boy’s room. Inching his door shut, in the vain hope I’d draw out his down time, I heard a murmur escape from within. “Harrison No” he mumbled, still drowsy with sleep. Whether he was merely greeting himself at the dawn of a new day, or rightly admonishing himself for some unknown wrong, I guess I’ll never know.
Days on from that first announcement of his newly assumed title, and he is still responding automatically to the “what’s your name” questions with a stock standard “Harrison No” response. Whether its to elicit laughter from us, or is just second nature to him, I’m honestly starting to believe he thinks it REALLY is his name. And for now, I think we’ll keep it as its just too damn cute!