That’s the name that the Girl gave to her fingernail. Yes, a fingernail. True, it was a nice, long fingernail, or “the longest fingernail in the world”, according to one. (Though certainly, she can’t compare to this woman.) Still, to name it? . . .
So she bid a joking and semi-sad fond farewell to her fingernail before it was cut off. But that’s what I like about her. My Girl is quirky and cute. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
(An aside: I did say to her, “I think it’s a beautiful name, and it’s really funny that you named your fingernail. But you know what’s the one down side to this? You know that if you ever have a daughter, you’ll never be able to use any of these names for her, right? Because then she’ll say, “Mother, you named me after your what?!”)