Our son is called Timothy. In order to make it easier for our German relatives this was shortened to Timo (which we thought was terribly creative not realising that Timo on its own had become widely popular at the time time). He is now 35 and everytimotime I write the word “time” my fingers type timo and I have to go back, and replace the o with an e. Every timo time!

This photo of him was taken a long timo time ago, in 2000, for the his school’s millenium parade celebrating famous people in timo time. He decided to go as Martin Luther King (which suited me fine, since it was a much easier costume than the ones for all the Tut-ankh-Amuns, Henry VIIIs, and even Julius Cesars.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Timo Time