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What's the name of your boy!?!

Today I was reminded of a song Jon and I learned quite well while traveling to Pennsylvania years ago. We took Caleb at the age of two and one of our destinations was to Sesame Place (highly recommend! Great Sesame Street themed water/amusement park!) We decided we were so smart to buy him a new DVD to watch in the van, and of course we bought a sesame street MUSIC themed DVD - "What's The Name of That Song?". Big Mistake! They sang the title song numerous times throughout the movie, and Caleb watched the DVD numerous times throughout the trip, thus we heard the song well over 100 times before returning home I am certain. It is quite the earworm.

Here is an "older" version of this oh so wonderful song....   :)

So why has this song popped in my head? Probably because lately I frequently hear the question, " What's the name of your boy?"

If you have asked this question! Awesome! We are glad that people are asking and want to learn more, but I realized it is probably time to do a little clarification.

Our son's name is Christopher!


In America, a child with the name of Christopher is often shortened to Chris.
In the Philippines, a child with the name of Christopher is often shortened to Tope.

He knows his nickname, Tope, the best, but he will also turn around to Christopher. He has already started learning how to write Tope as his name and if you ask him his name he will say it is Tope.

So we most often call him Tope at home, but will randomly throw out Christopher as well so that he is understanding that is his "real" name.

Did that clear up the confusion!?!


Hope you are all having a wonderful Wednesday! We are now headed for nap time!

In Christ~


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