Okay, let me just say I’m stoked that the kids are even excited about their soon-to-arrive latest family installment. I had expected the ‘where do babies come from’ questions. I had expected the rubbing of the tummy and the impatience with the whole affair. What I hadn’t expected was for them to get so damn het up about naming rights to the poor little tike.
Aside from Mister Four’s reasonably rational obsession with naming the kid ‘Thomas’ (which the hubbster doesn’t mind, to which I retort that there is no way in hell I’m naming our child after a freaking tank engine), here are the suggestions the kidlets are putting on offer. And no, I’m not joking.
Fart
Farter
Bruce Wayne
Optimus Prime
Optimus Prime Farting
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And that’s only the suggestions if it’s a boy…