Eventually, Freddie will have kids of his own. And they’ll call Jean something even weirder. Maybe “Grumble-Jean” or “Nanners.” The cycle continues. Your name is just a suggestion. Your family dictates the real version.
So next time you hear a grown man call his grandma “Nan” when her name is clearly Jean, don’t correct him. Just nod. He’s part of a secret society of former babies who refused to grow up. And honestly? That’s the best kind of adult.
Now go call your own Nan—even if she’s a Steve. She’s earned it.
