Request Challenge 5: What's Your Na-aame? (What's Your Name?) Who's Your Daddy? (Who's Your Daddy?)
No, really. Right now I'm far from positive I ever want kids, but maybe some biological alarm clock is ticking in my ovaries and some, like, Tuesday morning on the subway, my pelvis will ring and I'll really, really want to have a kid. Currently I just want a dog, and even that I'm holding off on because I don't think I can adequately take care of it. A baby carries with it six thousand times more responsibility than a dog.
And pesky legal penalties for forgetting to feed it. Oh, LAWS.
Inoculations and proper nutrition and breastfeeding are the horrible parts of thinking about children. Names, however, are fun. I'd be lying if I said I never thought about what I'd name a baby if I had one. I'm not crazy about my name (although it could be worse -- I could be a Cathy. That "C" is seriously the last straw. If I was a Cathy I might as well just pull on the stretch pants and embrace my future as a shoe-shopping, bathing-suit-hating, bonbon-eating divorcee), so I'd like to give any hypothetical children a name I thought was really cool.
So, for a girl: Eloise, after the protagonist of my all-time favorite book by Kay Thompson. For a boy: Johnny, middle name Dixon, after the coolest nerd hero ever, from a series of books I loved in third grade. Does anyone else remember The Mummy, The Will, and The Crypt? Or the Curse of the Blue Figurine? No? You just remember romping in the sunlight during the summer? Instead of spending your two months off trying to complete the library's 100 book reading challenge twice?