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What's In A Name?


When she was born she was such a little bundle of joy that her mother called her Convivial. And the name stuck. And as she grew older Convivial easily made and amassed friends. In fact, birthday parties became almost unmanageable. It was a good thing she was born in August because her birthday celebrations were moved from the backyard to a nearby park just to contain all the guests.

School was another matter entirely. There wasn't a lunch table big enough in the cafeteria to contain all her little buddies. And the school bus? They had to lay on several so that her friends could follow her and ensure she got home safely.

You have never before seen such a sociable child. People would stop her in the street and say to her "My, oh my, you're convivial." To which she'd reply "Why yes I am.' And, thought these people, arrogant as well.

This week's Two Word Tuesday prompt its convivial/sociable. Sometimes it doesn't pay to be too convivial.
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Paula Wooters said…
I'm glad Convivial's not in my class. I'd never have room for all her friends.
5 August 2017 at 21:28
ReformingGeek said…
Let's hope her parents don't have any more children.

Hee.
6 August 2017 at 08:30
Janna said…
In school, I was the opposite of convivial!

But I suppose a story called "Depressed Bizarre Outcast" wouldn't be as popular.
7 August 2017 at 21:17
nonamedufus said…
Paula: Just move them outside. Fresh air's good for little tykes.
9 August 2017 at 10:18
nonamedufus said…
Carol: You mean like Outgoing, Outspoken and Outlandish?
9 August 2017 at 10:20
nonamedufus said…
Janna: Depressed Bizarre Outcast. I could work with that.
9 August 2017 at 10:21
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