It’s fun to have a little story behind names, for retelling later on. My sons name involves my middle name (Rae) and my daughter has a similar middle name (Mae). We knew we were getting a Son, an so his named worked out to be Graeson. Kinda neat.

The fuck? How did that “work out” when you “got” your son. Brain…hurts…

Having been a child myself, it seems that it doesn’t matter what your child is named, all children will eventually be teased for something, so what?

Wow, you were a child once? No shit! Me, I was born 19 years old, 65 inches long and weighed 7 pounds, 1760 ounces. My mother was a brave woman.