On the train this morning a mother with two kids, a boy and girl, kept addressing them as Hercules and Zeena (Xena?). All three were on their way to Union to go to Centreville for the day on Centre Island. I know this because young Hercules fist-pumped the air every 5 minutes and shouted, "Centreville, yeah!"
Which was followed by his sister proclaiming she was going to drive the "olden day cars!"
Which was followed by the mother yelling, "Hercules, Xena - shut up!"
Good times.
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My husband's name is Thor. He tries to get everyone to call him Tom. His middle name is Viking. I kid you not. His parents were die in the wool Scots. He has a sister named Cumina.
I have no idea what it's like to grow up with obscure names but according to these two, it's hell.
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