It’s no secret that this new baby is yet to be named. And that is because every single person I come in contact with asks if we’ve thought of a name yet. And if the answer was “no” yesterday, and I see them again today, they will ask again today.
The kids are concerned about this. Yesterday, Oliver paused during lunch to ask, “So what will we call our newborn baby?”
me: “Well, do you have any good ideas?” (He most always has some kind of idea about this topic. It might be “Chair” or “Poo-poo pants,” but he always has an idea.)
O: “Blueberry Bear.”
Me: “That’s an option.”
O: “And what about a middle name? [thinks for a moment] His middle name can be Froggy.”
Me: “That is a lot of animals in his name.”
O: “Yes, because it has to be something cute because he will be a newborn baby.”
Me: “Oh, okay. So will that still fit when he grows up?”
O: “No, it will change.”
Me: “To what?”
O: “Tom. Because that’s more grown-up.”
Well, good thing somebody is decisive on the matter.
