A couple of years ago my inlaws received a lovely birth announcement from the elated parents of a new baby girl. However, the baby's name was misspelled. Only not really.
Peytn. That's how they spell their daughter's name. PEYTN. P-E-Y-T-N. Maybe you're thinking what we were thinking. Where's the last vowel??? Granted, it's spelled just like we Americans pronounce it, but I can't help but feel bad for a girl who is going to spend her whole life enduring the question, "What's the vowel that goes between the T and the N?" Really, any of our vowels would have allowed for the same pronunciation: Peytan, Peyten, Peytin, Peyton, Peytun. Or couldn't they have just stuck the pseudo-vowel Y in there to make it easier on the girl? "Peytyn" is still a name with issues, but at least it's got two clear syllables instead of one and a stutter!
Rarely does our modern quest for individuality have such tragic results. Peytn.
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