When we moved into our neighborhood, almost six years ago, I immediately made a connection with the gal three doors down. Her name is Stephanie and her boyfriend is Stephen. Then we met our octogenarian neighbors Martha and Mario. It was like we’d moved into some alternative matching name world built just for Jaimie and James.
And then Jennifer and Jamie, moved in across the street. And Nate bought the house a couple of doors down. And just last month, we completed the perfect “J” trifecta when Justine and Josh moved into Martha and Mario’s house.
Since moving to this street, we’ve always lived next door to a lovely retired couple named Pat and Clarence.
Tonight our Nate casually referred to them as Clat and Plarence. And then Cat and Plarence. Jacob has always called them Plat and Clarence.
Last weekend Jakey says to me in a surprisingly appropriate whisper, “Mom, which one is Plat? I never can remember.”
Maybe we should just call her Claire?