We Have a Name!

Completely by accident, Kelly and I may have agreed on a name for our son. He's probably going to hate hearing how we chose his name, but I think you'll get a kick out of it.

Tonight was freakshow night at Southridge Mall. We kept running across very odd and sometimes scary looking people. On the escalator, Kelly spotted a teenage boy (dressed in goth/grunge) with some very big ears. His shaved head really helped to show them off, too. Kelly asked me what I would do if our son had ears like that. I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "I'd send him to flight school."

Suddenly, I had an idea. I told Kelly that we should pick "Pilot" as our son's middle name. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it.

Kelly likes "Cole" for a first name. I have a hard time with it. On the way home I told her we could name the kid whatever she wanted. I'm calling him Pilot, even if it is just a nickname. Somewhere in this discussion she put the two names together, "Cole Pilot." Only, it sounded like "Co-pilot" and I repeated this back to her.

For the next few minutes, I tried to convince her that "Co-pilot" was an awesome coincidence. Then she started to tell me how cute it sounded. By the time we got home, I'd made up my mind. I'm sticking with Cole Pilot unless the kid comes out and looks more like an Ethan Allen.

Kelly has already informed me that we should've made this decision sooner, because we picked the wrong nursery theme.