Mrs. Curtis laid in her hospital bed, waiting impatiently for her son to come see her. Her newborn son was in the nursery and she left her other son, Darrel, with a family friend, Mrs. Mathews, and her son, Keith.
Because her husband's name is also Darrel, she called her son Little Darry. Because Keith doesn't like his name, they call him Baby Keith, until he's old enough to pick his own nickname. Little Darry is four and Baby Keith is two and a half.
Mrs. Mathews came in with Little Darry and Baby Keith. Darry ran to his mother's side and Baby Keith waddled behind him."Hey boys," Mrs. Curtis whispered."I have a job for you."
They nodded eagerly,"I want you two to go to the cafeteria and bring me back some soda, the nurses won't let me have any."
Little Darry and Baby Keith left the room. They found the cafeteria quickly. Darry whispered the plan to his friend,"I'll distract them, you grab the soda from the table over their," he pointed to the counter. There was a tray of pop bottles just in arms reach if Keith climbed on the stool near the counter.
Little Darry walked over to the cafeteria lady and spoke to her,"Hi! My name is Little Darry. I have a new baby brother!" He was so cute that his distraction was enough for Baby Keith, later famous for shoplifting a black switch blade, to make his first ever steal.
The two mischief makers ran back to Mrs. Curtis' room. The showed her their prize, grinning ear to ear. Mr. Curtis was there now, he raised his eyebrows in suspicion as his wife drank from the pop bottle. She just grinned innocently.
"Darry," Mr. Curtis said."What do you think your brother's name should be?"
Little Darry Shrugged. His father continued,"It should be something that describes him. We named you Darrel because your grandma said you looked just like me. What has happened since your brother was born?"
Little Darry and Baby Keith looked at each other and yelled out,"Sodapop!"
So on the birth certificate, the name listed was Sodapop Patrick Curtis.