This morning I took a friend to a surgical center for a minor procedure. Sitting across from me in the waiting room was a young girl, and although she was well-behaved, she was impatiently peppering her grandfather with questions. She was about the same age as my grandson, so I happily tuned in and eavesdropped to pass the time.
To slow her rapid-fire inquisition, Grandpa began asking her questions. He started with her name.
(I have changed her name for this blog)
Grandpa: What’s your first name?
Grandpa: What’s your middle name?
Grandpa: What’s your last name?
Audrey: Grandpa, what’s my next name?
Grandpa: That’s it. That’s all of your names. Well, until you get married. Then you will take the last name from the boy you marry.
Audrey: So that will be my new first name?
Grandpa: No, your new last name. You will change your last name to his last name.
Audrey: Grandpa, what will your new last name be?
Grandpa: I won’t get a new last name. Boys don’t change their names. Just girls. That’s why Grandma’s last name is Tyler.
Audrey: My last name is Tyler. That’s your last name too, right?
Audrey: Well, I don’t want a new last name.
Grandpa: You will have to change it when you get married.
Audrey: I don’t want to change it.
Audrey: Grandpa, you know who I’m going to marry?
(I was totally expecting her to answer, “YOU!”, and I was ready for my heart to melt)
Grandpa: *eyes widen*
Audrey: I’m not changing my name for NOBODY! (And with that, she giggled with delight and jumped off her chair to twirl)
I had to turn my head away to hide my grin. I loved her answer even more than the one I was expecting, and I felt my heart swell instead of melt.
Yesterday might have been International Women’s Day, but today was Audrey Michelle Tyler Day!