William has a new nickname.
Yes, it’s a little bizarre. Here’s the story:
Jeffrey gave it to him on Memorial Day. We in the car with the windows rolled down, on the way to a picnic. The wind was blowing William’s hair around, and he was gurgling and cooing in his lovable Wimmy-way.
“Mom,” said Jeffrey, “when the wind is in Wimmy’s hair, he looks just like Jack Norris.”
“Jack Norris,” he repeated. “He’s a guy who looks just like Wimmy.”
Brian and I were puzzled by this. Who in the world is Jack Norris? How on earth did Jeffrey learn about him? We immediately thought of Chuck Norris, but Jeffrey has never seen any of his films (and hopefully, he never will).
“Jeffrey, can you tell me what Jack Norris does?” I ask.
“He’s a guy who runs around really fast,” he replies. “And he’s a dwarf.”
This was ALL we’ve been able to get out of Jeffrey about who this Jack Norris person is. He looks like William. He runs fast. And he’s a dwarf. Once Jeffrey even sang a song about it.
Jack Norris runs around,
He saves the people all around
And he’s a dwarf!
He’s a dwarf, he’s a dwarf, he’s a dwaaaaaaaarf!
Nowadays, it’s become a family running gag. Whenever William is being especially, ah, intrepid — say, stuffing styrofoam peanuts in his mouth, or tipping a bowl of freshly folded clothes over on himself — we punch our fists in the air and say, “Jack Norris is on the case!”
Especially if the wind is in his hair.