An interesting thing I’ve noticed about American baby-naming culture, right, is that Winter is considered an acceptable thing to name a kid, and Autumn is considered an acceptable thing to name a kid, and Summer is considered an acceptable thing to name your kid, but if you name your kid Spring, a heavily armed extrajudicial kill team gets deployed to your last known location by CPS’s Ethical Child Nomenclature Taskforce ( (Est. 2013, motto “An orphan made of every Daenerys”)
Name your kid April, May or June, and you’re aces, those three are all okay for some reason. Name your kid August, alright, they’re squinting, but that was a name before it was a month, so it squeaks through. Name them January? Alright, there’s a van on your corner and they’re licking their lips, I mean you’re really tapdancing on the outskirts of the accretion disk here. February? March? You can pray, but it won’t help. They’re gonna use The Clamp
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