An exchange between teenage girls

An exchange between teenage girls.

Some background: Katie had a lab at the Vanderbilt School on brains, where she was told that, on average, a human brain is the size of a Chihuahua. A small Chihuahua. So for Katie, that meant she could interpret what she had been told as she had a Chihuahua for a brain. Named Bob.

At lunch later that week, she told Allie that the human brain was the size of a Chihuahua.

Allie. Not a big Chihuahua?

Katie. No, a small one.

Allie. Like a tea cup Chihuahua?

Katie. No. Just a small one. (a pause) I have a Chihuahua for a brain. Named Bob.

Allie. Oh. (then) Can I call him Robert?

Katie (affronted). No! His name is Bob!

Allie. Can I call him Bobby?

Katie. No!

Allie. Can I call him Robby?

Katie (very affronted). No! His name is Bob! It isn’t short for anything, not Robert, not anything! His name is Bob! (Later when she told me this story, she said, “Like the Bob you work with,” and I said, “His name is Robert,” and she rolled her eyes, and said, “Well, you know what I mean.”)

Allie. Can I call him Rob?

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