August 27, 2008 @ 6:22 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Beanie has a suggestion for what we should name the baby: Peccatoribus.
Me: “Um. Isn’t that Latin for ‘sinners’?”
Bean: “Yup. But it’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
This reminds me of three-year-old Jane’s first choice for Rose’s name, some ten years ago:
“Bloomingdales Abednego Peterson.”
(We lived in New York City at the time, remember.)
We went with her second choice instead. You’re welcome, Rose.
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