The country estate

A real, actual conversation I had with a co-worker today:

Co-Worker: My sister's second daughter is due soon. Guess what she's naming her? You'll love this.

[My...er...appreciation for unusual names is well known at work.]

L: What?

CW: Sada. Sada Brooke. [Sada is pronounced SAY-da]

L: Hmmmm...

CW: I don't know how to feel about this. My sister just totally made this name up.

L: You know, I don't dislike it. It's unusual, but it's not cutesy or trendy or whorish. I can see the name Sada on a female of pretty much any age, and it's not a name that can't be taken seriously. Although....

CW: ?

L: Sada Brooke kind of sounds like, you know, an actual brook. Like, "Hey, we're going wading over at Sada Brook. Wanna come along?" Or like it's the name of a ritzy apartment complex, or something.

[Other Co-Worker approaches. We bring her into the conversation.]

L: What do you think of the name Sada?

OCW: It makes me think of Satan.

So I guess the moral of the story is, you just never know how others will perceive the names you choose for your kids. Parents, proceed with caution. I'd totally live at Sada Brooke, though, if the rents are reasonable.