I'm nine. I'm a middle child. My mother named me Whoopie. What can be worst than that?What is a Whoopie anyway? If you Google it, you will find Whoopi Goldberg, the American actress, the Whoopee cushion and Whoopie pie.
No, my name wasn't inspired by any of the movies that my mother had seen Whoopi Goldberg in. Neither was it induced by the fart sound produced by the Whoopee cushion when you sit on it.
Yes, that's right ,my name was inspired by Whoopie pie! My mother ate her first Whoopie pie when she was pregnant with me. And the name stuck. If you think that's weird, wist till you hear what my older brother is called. He's named Amos, after the cookies! My kid brother is named after a mountain : Everest!
Being a middle child is tough. It means you're the last to get noticed. Amos always get what he wants because he is the oldest. He gets to choose the first chocolate in the box, and if there's only
one Oreo doughnut in the box of six, he will get it, because he's the Big Brother. As for Everest , the youngest, he gets all the attention in the family. When Dad or Mum comes home, the first thing they ask is, " Where's the baby?" or " Ooh-coochie- coochie- coo... how's baby today?" No one remembers to ask about me.
When I was younger, I had to whine to get my way. Amos coined the acronym WPI from Whoopie. Amos says it stands for "Witty, Pretty and Intelligent." But I know he's lying. I've read his diary. He meant to be "Whiny, Pesky and Irritating".
Once, I told Dad I'd like to change my name. He just laughed and said I have the sweetest name in the world. "Whoopie, the Big Oreo Pie. You're sweet, creamy vanilla frosting!" That's the nicest thing anyone has said about my name.
