You can tell when she calls you by your full name, like: “Herbert Bertrand Stewart Poindexter Aloysius Jiffypop Nimrod Squirtle Zamboni Blayvin Glockenspiel O’Mulliganstein the Third, where have you been?!”
Somebody’s getting sent to his room, Elizabeth G.
Oh I remember being on the receiving end of that look when I was a kid, I swear my mom’s eyes would actually change colour and you just knew you were in it deep!
Oh my, that name is longer than the kid! I have a few neices/nephews that have long names like this but not that long. I actually only knew how much trouble I was in as a kid when Mom added in my last name as I was called by my first and middle name most of the time.
And he’s the third of his name!
Reminds me of that emu, Emmanuel Todd Lopez!
He knew that he was in trouble when Mom used his government name.