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You are here: Home / Mom Life / Motherhood Confessions / That time my 2nd Grader brought Whiskey to school…

That time my 2nd Grader brought Whiskey to school…

May 23, 2018 by Deanna Tousignant 12 Comments

I let my kid bring Whiskey to school. It didn’t go well.

To be clear, Whiskey is a cat — a stuffed cat.

I had reservations about Gigi bringing Whiskey to school, but apparently not for any of the right reasons. I was worried that her favourite doll might get ruined, that her long soft orange fur would get dirty from playing outside during recess, and that if I had to wash her she wouldn’t be as soft and shaggy as she is now.

Girl with Crookshanks doll

I wasn’t worried about kids teasing her. I wasn’t worried that they would take her doll from her and yell at her and call her names.

Gigi is in second grade. Apparently, other second-graders did NOT appreciate that my kid had named her stuffed bestie after an alcoholic beverage. They made fun of my daughter and gave her a hard time.

We talked when she got home that night. The conversation didn’t go the way I expected. I thought she was going to tell me about all the fun Whiskey had at school, instead, I got to hear about how she was teased all day.

Did you explain to the other kids WHY her name is Whiskey?

“Yeah, I told them it’s because she’s the colour of whiskey.”

Wait… you WHAT? What colour would that be?

“I dunno.”

Sweetie, have you ever even seen whiskey? What does whiskey look like?

“I dunno.”

Why would you say that? That’s not where her name comes from.

“But I didn’t want to be stupid.”

You named her whiskey because of her whiskers, right? Why didn’t you tell the other kids that?

“Well… at first I tried… but Mom, she doesn’t even HAVE any whiskers!!”

I know, but that’s what you named her.

“So I just told them she’s the colour of whiskey… because that sounded better, and I didn’t want to be stupid.”

You’re not stupid.

“But everyone said I was.”

Because of your cat’s name?

“Yep. ”

So did lying and telling them that you named her after a drink help?

“No. They made fun of me and told me whiskey is bad.”

Sigh.

My daughter loves her Crookshanks cat doll.

We bought the cat last summer at the Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley at Universal, Orlando. It took two visits to the store, and much deliberation to decide on this furry orange cat, which I’m pretty sure is designed to look like Crookshanks. For the record, I tried to talk her into one of the many cool owls that they had, or a gryphon, but she insisted on the cat.

Grypon for sale at the Magical Menagerie.

She immediately christened the doll Whiskey. We paid for it and had it sent to our room so we wouldn’t have to carry it around the park all day. My daughter kept asking if Whiskey would be in her room waiting for her when we got back to the hotel, or loudly proclaiming, “I wish I had my Whiskey with me right now!”.  I quickly realized that it sounded bad out of context.

She made up an impromptu song about Whiskey, something along the lines of, “Whiskey you’re so frisky, I’m happy when I’m with youuuuu. Whiskey you make me frisky, frisky toooooo.” Again, out of context, not great. I had a hard time not laughing the first time she sang it.  I had some second thoughts. I wondered if I shouldn’t talk her into a different name, but my daughter was innocent, happy and oblivious, so I let it go.

Should I have talked her into a different name? At the time I worried someone would think we were a family of lushes, given that my daughter was singing songs to herself about whiskey. Never in a million years did I think it would lead to her peers giving her a hard time.

I am 99.9% certain that when she named her cat my daughter had no clue what whiskey was. (We’re not teetotallers. She’s seen her Dad, or I, drink a beer or two on occasion, but that’s about it.) Should I, as the parent, have stepped in and told her, “Hey, whiskey is an alcoholic beverage — so that’s not an appropriate name for your doll.”? It’s definitely not something I thought I would find myself feeling guilty about eight months down the road.

Should I have stopped her from bringing Whiskey to school? Instead getting her to take another doll? Ugh. Mom doubt. It’s the worst.

(And for the record, if anyone ever offers you a glass of whiskey the colour of this cat — which would be bright dirty orange — I’d suggest running the other way.)

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Comments

  1. Dianne says

    May 24, 2018 at 12:39 am

    She was so excited to bring her favourite stuffed animal to school and so distraught when she came home. My heart ached listening to her sadly relate what the kids had said and done to her. Some children are so cruel. It broke my heart.

    Reply
    • Deanna Tousignant says

      May 25, 2018 at 2:23 pm

      I know, I was truly sad for her.

      Reply
  2. Carole Dub says

    May 24, 2018 at 1:23 am

    Poor child.

    Reply
    • Deanna Tousignant says

      May 25, 2018 at 2:24 pm

      She bounced back really well. Two days later it was a non-issue. But I was sad for her when it happened (and felt guilty! ugh)

      Reply
  3. Kate Hearn says

    May 24, 2018 at 8:32 am

    My kiddo has a beanie boo that shares his name. When he took it too school a couple kids teased him for naming his stuffie after himself. He pointed to the name tag and said that he didn’t make it, it came with that name because it’s so awesome of a name.
    For the record, I think whiskey is a really cool name, and really creative with it coming from whiskers 😉

    Reply
    • Deanna Tousignant says

      May 25, 2018 at 2:25 pm

      Love your son’s reply — I’m sure it IS an awesome name.

      Reply
  4. Alyssa says

    May 24, 2018 at 11:53 am

    Kids can be so mean! It’s just a name for her stuffed buddy! When I was a little kid I had a real kitten and I named it “Sympathy” not knowing what the word meant and why my dad laughed at me every time I called my cat! ?

    Reply
    • Deanna Tousignant says

      May 25, 2018 at 2:26 pm

      Ok, I am envisioning you walking around, calling your cat, yelling out “Sympathy…. Sympathy….!” And I have to admit, it IS chuckle-worthy.

      Reply
  5. Tasha says

    May 24, 2018 at 5:52 pm

    Omg the impromptu song she made up had me dying laughing! LOL! Way too cute! That sucks that she’s getting teased because of her stuffed cats name. Kids can be so cruel. I hope something is done about the teasing or it stops. I personally love the name!

    Reply
    • Deanna Tousignant says

      May 25, 2018 at 2:28 pm

      That little song she made up just killed me. I had such a hard time not laughing. We were out walking around Universal Studios park at the time, and I think I eventually ended up saying something along the lines of, “Ok, that’s enough singing for now. Let’s save your song for when you have your cat with you. Ok?”.

      Reply
  6. Clare Kilpatrick says

    June 26, 2019 at 9:17 am

    +++*-When I was a kid, my Dad talked me into naming my real, black and white puppy, “Whiskey” after the popular beverage brand. No problem, even when the dog became a local celebrity after surviving a catastrophic house fire. I have an orange cat named “Cointreau”. When she was about four, my daughetr who frequented her father’s musical rehearsals and learned all the songs, happily sat in her sandbox, singing, “I was pawned in a ditch by a mother who left me there, naked and cold and too hungry to cry. I naver blamed her. I’m sure she left hoping that I’d have the good sense to die. etc.”

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    • Deanna Tousignant says

      June 28, 2019 at 1:33 pm

      I have to admit that I am amused, visualising a four year old singing tunes from Man of La Mancha.

      Reply

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