My seven-year-old son and I are sitting side by side on the sectional sofa, alternately watching Fixer Upper and playing some Pixel-like game on his tablet. He wiggles his little tushy closer to me and says, “What do you think of this name for my username Mom?”
I glance over at his tablet and read “f1uk.” Now, I don’t know about you, but to me, that looks like the F word. My innocent child though, he sees a clever name, one that incorporates letters AND numbers, and says so proudly, “Isn’t that cool Mama?! Fluk!”
“Ohhhhhh,” I say, “so it’s not a number one, it’s really an L.”
“Yes!” he exclaims.
“Well, I like it but, maybe we should choose a different name, one that’s just letters so that people don’t get confused, you know? I mean, I like that you are so creative, it’s so good, but other people may not be as smart as you and not get it.”
“Okay Mama,” he says, “what about Robot Raptor?”