I want to start today's post off with a story. When my youngest sister Hannah was born, I was eleven years old. When we were deciding on a name for her, my parents brought us all to the table with a list of names. I think by the tenth child they had exhausted their list of names. So we all essentially "voted" on the names they presented to us. Hannah was the winner. But my younger sister Kim was five. She had an idea of her own. She was very much into watching a live action version of Sleeping Beauty at the time. In the movie, they name Sleeping Beauty "Rosebud" as a baby. Kim was adamant that Hannah was not the name, and that the baby would be named Rosebud. She continued to tell others about her new baby Rosebud and pretty much ignored the fact that the unanimous family vote said otherwise. I thought it was such a cute story that she had such strong opinions at such a young age. Well she didn't win out in the end, but it is a funny memory of my childhood. I think after 16 years though, Kim has come around and I think she's okay with the name Hannah.

Today after Jackson woke up from his nap we were still waiting for Bennett to wake up from his. So I took advantage of the one on one time and attempted some quality conversation with this story in mind.

"So Jackson, what do you think we should name our baby?"

"hmmmm....Tar. Kind of like Tarzan, but just Tar."

"Is the baby going to be a boy or a girl?"

"A girl"

"Tar for a girl?"

"Yes."

No laughter. Not even a smile. Tar was his legitimate name nomination. Veto.

"Okay Jackson, I hear Bennett, and before I get him up, I want you to think of the three best names you think we should give this baby."

"Okay hmmmm. Frost, Gut, not like gum, but like Gut, and Baaa.

Veto. Veto. Veto.

Are those even names?

Well I guess it's safe to say that Jackson doesn't have strong opinions. At least not opinions I (or anyone) will be seriously entertaining.

Although Frost does sound kind of sweet...