My Booger is 20

20 years ago, my parents thought it’d be a great idea to let their 10-year-old first-born name their latest DNA-splicing experiment. 

So of course, she¹ picked the name of the protagonist of the book she was reading at the time, and thus, Tom was christened. Just Tom, plain ol’ Tom.

I honestly could not tell you what the title of the book was, or what it was about. I do remember vividly opposing the name my Ma had originally picked: Marvin. I am not entirely sure why she thought Marvin would be a good idea, but am I glad she was foolish enough to relinquish the naming duty to me. I think her backup was Théo, which I also opposed vehemently, arguing that it would rhyme with ‘météo’², and that he’d be the butt of all the jokes every time the weather lady would come on the teevee at 8:30pm every day.

So, happy birthday, Tom! Here’s to another year of not running into you at 21+ shows! But hey, at least you’ll forever be my favourite booger.

1. that’d be me! [↩]
2. French for ‘weather report broadcast’ [↩]