Nate of America

Conversation ce soir au dîner.

Tipoulet: "Maman, est-ce que moi je suis named after* Native American**?"
Moi: "Quoi, chou? J'ai pas compris ce que tu me demandes..."
Tipoulet: "N-A-T- of A-me-ri-ca. Comme Nathan! Est-ce que je suis named after Native American?"
Moi, éclatée de rire: "Euh, non, mon amour, ton nom vient pas vraiment de Native American, non."
Tipoulet, visiblement déçu: "Ooooh, mais alors after quoi je suis named, moi, hein?"
Moi: "Ben, Nathan, ça vient de Nathaniel, et ça veut dire Cadeau de Dieu. T'es un peu notre petit cadeau, tu vois? C'est joli aussi, non?"
Tipoulet: "Oh, darn!*** Aujourd'hui, moi, j'ai dit à ma teacher que j'étais named after Nate of America."

* [mon nom vient de...]
** terme qui décrit les Amérindiens.
*** Oh, zut! 

Conversation at diner tonight.
Tipoulet: "Maman, am I named after Native American?"
Me: "What, Honey? I'm not sure what you're asking."
Tipoulet: "N-A-T- of A-me-ri-ca. Like Nathan! Am I named after Native American?"
Me, laughing really hard: "Well, not really, mon amour, you're not exactly named after Native American, non."
Tipoulet, obviously disappointed: "Ooooh, but what am I named after, then?" 
Me: "Well, Nathan, comes from Nathaniel, which means Gift of God. You're our little gift. Don't you think it's lovely too?"
Tipoulet: "Oh, darn! Today I told my teacher that I was named after Nate of America..."