Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-28819748-20160731174511/@comment-26814804-20160807210426

Iram sat in a little mud puddle, flinging water and dirt everywhere. Today was his third birthday, the day that the village elder would examine his SOUL and decide what his role would be in the village. He knew this, of course, he had since before he turned a year old. All the children did. But he didn't particularly care. The rain had been great, and he was having fun playing with the worms and the dirt.

"Timothy! You're completely filthy! Don't you know what day it is?!"

"Yeah I do, mommy. But my name isn't Timthy. It's Irom."

"Timothy, just because my father-in-law thinks you need to be named after one moment when you were less than two months old, that doesn't mean that he gets to override your father's decision. We say your name is Timothy, so it's not Iram, it's Timothy, no matter what your grandfather says."

"Timthy is a stupid name."

"No it is not. Now, come with me, we've got to get you cleaned up before we meet the elder."