Which is funny as is ...
But possibly funnier with the context that it's a long running joke that my father allegedly wanted to name me Ingrid.
My last name already sounds really Swedish (but the farthest it's been traced is to some now non-existent English hamlet), so the first-last name coupling with 'Ingrid' sounds really silly and sing-song-y.
But alas, whenever we're watching the Olympics and there's some Scandinavian dominatrix named Ingrid on, my parents always point at me saying, "Ooh, there you are!" and things like that... haha.
I feel like I should really own this, or at least make it my 'restaurant name'... stay tuned.
So, I email a photo of the pass to the parents, and my dad replies, "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it."
I don't think I'll ever know if he is serious or jesting (and that applies to anything and everything else, I suppose!). I guess I have him to thank for my keen sarcasm radar, because he's the only one I know who stumps everyone on occasion.
Until our next encounter,