when i was about 10, my dad finished the upstairs room for me, and i got to move out of the room i shared with my sister into my own room. my brothers decided that chica had moved out, and christened the new girl jane. then, a year or so later, we moved, because we were a navy family. jane was gone, and it was chica again. then, we moved again, and it was jane come back. and so on. to this day, (more years later than i care to figure out) they try to calculate whether they are talking to chica or jane.

big brothers. gotta love 'em. (or they'll hold you down and drool on your face)