Funny!
T finally grew enough that he could ride a bigger bike that we got at a garage sale. The bike had a “license plate” that said “Bubba” who was presumably the ex-owner. It bothered him a bit so I got him one that spelled his name.
Although it was windy and nippy, the sun was out so I told T he could ride his bike around.
T: Now they’ll know my name is not Bubba. That’s not even a name anyway.
Me: Yes it is. It’s a nickname.
T: Oh! Maybe his real name is Bubba Black Sheep.
LOL!!!

