I found out today through my doctor's office - actually from the nurse who gives shots - that at the daycare her daughter goes to there is another baby named Skadi.
The child is aboutt 6 months old with a mess of black fuzzy hair.
AB beamed with pride upon hearing this and declared "imitation is the most sincere form of flattery".
The coincidence that someone else in our smallish area named their child Skadi completely on their own... well the odds are great, though not inescapable. It's possible. It could happen.
I know, a name is a name is a name. We didn't set out to find a uneek name. In fact, I was fairly opposed to it and was leaning towards more classic Scandinavian names like Gretchen (two others in Skadi's new class - dodged a bullet there) or Marit or Brigit. But for some reason when you do get set on that uneek name and go with it for a child... hearing it isn't as uneek as you had expected kind of makes the hairs on the back of your neck bristle.
Just a little...
Ok, a lot.
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