During morning greetings at The Wog's school, the children clap out the syllables in their names; we learned a few months in that The Wog insists on consistently clapping hers out as "POL-LY AR-I-EL." AKA Polly Ariel. As in The Little Mermaid. This morning we had the following conversation:
The Wog (putting on her best faux pouty face): "They won't call me Ariel!"
The Wog: "The boys."
Me: "What boys?"
The Wog: "The boys at school."
Me: "What do they call you, then?"
The Wog (in outrage, with her little hands on her hips): "Tuna!"