The Miranda to Ainsley's Carrie, her dear BFF, sent home a little homemade invitation to her birthday party. It was sooo cute; Miranda drew a little girl in a purple dress and wrote above it:
Please come to my B party I live close to Nuck N Futz.
It was one of those things where I looked at it multiple times before the absurdity hit me.
I know exactly where the Nuck N Futz is. Believe it or not, it's a bar and grill here in the area that's actually pretty family-friendly, in spite of the name. In the past when I've driven by it, its "clever" name has barely registered. Cute, I think. I can't wait until Ainsley puts two and two together and gets THAT joke.
The other night at bedtime, Ainsley asked her dad,
"Daddy, can I go to Miranda's birthday party? Her house is by the Nuck N Futz."
Jason turned around to look at me in that special silent way of parents: Did she just say what I think she said? Jason doesn't drive the same rural routes I sometimes do to run errands in the southern part of our county, and this is an establishment he previously hadn't heard of.
I showed him the invitation to let him know our kid wasn't doing some sort of pig-Latin cursing (or pig-Jesus-language cursing, if you're Ainsley). Like me, even knowing that local kids actually join their parents sometimes in eating at a grill called Nuck N Futz doesn't make it any more comfortable to hear a six-year-old say it out loud.
I'm no prude, and I don't have the cleanest mouth. But I don't know that I want "Nuck N Futz" in my kid's vocabulary yet, you know?
It's the hypocrisy that gets me, too. My city is fairly conservative, but out in the country, around where I work and Ainsley goes to school, it's ultra conservative. These are people who preach "family values" and talk about declining morality and go about challenging books in high school libraries that feature mild sexual content and/or adult lanuage. They go to church every Sunday and are suspicious of people that don't. And yet a local family-ish restaurant calls itself Nuck N Futz and erects (har) a big, lighted sign and hails as a local landmark. I live in that subdivision across from the Nuck N Futz. No biggie.
I have no problem with suggestive bar names in and of themselves. Is Nuck N Futz really any less subtle a name than Hooters? I do however, have a problem, with double standards. If I had a library book here called Nuck N Futz, I bet it would get challenged. My principal would probably question that choice. But it's okay if it's a local entreprenurial enterprise as long as the wings are good (and I hear they are.)
Does your neighborhood have any restaurants or bars with colorful names? Would you be completely cool with your six-year-old saying it out loud and often?