III. WHAT'S IN A NAME

The following morning in the Parr home was a typical Sunday; Helen woke up with Jack-Jack around nine and began their usual morning routine. To her surprise she found her husband wide awake sitting in the living room with a paper in one hand and staring off into space. "You're up early," Helen called from the kitchen, "is everything ok?"

"Huh?" Bob responded startled. "Oh, yea, every things fine, I was just looking through the morning paper."

"Anything interesting," Helen replied as she started breakfast.

"Well yes actually," he paused. "We've been tagged."

"What do you mean we've been tagged?"

"I mean we've been in the paper so much recently that they finally decided to give us names."

"Bob," she replied irritated, "what do you mean they gave us names, your Mr. Incredible, I'm Elastigirl, Dash is the Dash and Vi-." It hit her. They had named the children. She moved toward him, arm extended. "Let me see, I hope they're original."

He held the paper back, "Helen, no I mean-"

"Let me see it," she insisted as she stretched her arm around in back of him snatching it away. She read. "Yesterday's attempt by the Underminer to destroy peace and happiness was foiled by The Incredibles. The team of family members led by the famed super Mr. Incredible includes a set of all new heroes including his wife Mrs. Incredible. What!" Helen exclaimed astonished. "All new supers, but I've been-"

Bob knew where this was going. "Honey it's been fifteen years, your hair is shorter your-" he gazed at her back side, "-your, uh figure is changed."

"But I-" She composed herself and collected hr thoughts. "I don't mind being Mrs. Incredible because I am and I'm proud of it, but I'm still Elastigirl."

"Helen they recognized my logo and if you haven't noticed your suit bares the same mark."

"But still-"

"Read on; there's more"

Helen read aloud, "Also included in the group are the family's three children, Incredigirl, Incrediboy, and making his first appearance, Incedibaby!" She yelled the last part obviously upset.

"I'm Incrediboy?" Dash asked inquisitively. The speedster had stormed into the room after awakening to the smell of breakfast cooking.

"No, you're not!" Bob said sternly shuddering at the thought of that name.

"Oh Bob," Helen replied, "We have to do something. Can you imagine thirty years from now Jack-Jack being referred to as Incredibaby."

"Can you imagine him still being referred to as Jack-Jack," Dash teased.

"Go get dressed and ready for breakfast," Helen told him annoyed by his antics. "Bob, do you think maybe we can sit down with someone from the press and try to straighten this out?"

"No way," he said resolutely, "there's still far too much animosity. The rest of the article is a scolding remark on how we shouldn't involve our children in such a dangerous lifestyle." Just then Jack-Jack started banging on his highchair in an obvious want for attention and food. "Come on," Bob said to Helen, "we'll deal with this later."