My mom called today (computer issues). In the conversation, she mentioned that my dad now wants grandkids. No, his biological clock isn’t ticking or anything, apparently he really wants to help name the kid. His name of choice: Buttnugget.
For those readers who know my father, this comes as no surprise at all. I guess he suggested the name to my aunt and uncle for their new dog, but was flatly rejected.
I told my mother that in the event that I create a child, I will most likely try to sell the naming rights of said kid to the highest corporate bidder. I figure if baseball stadiums can do it, then why can’t I?
If not, I might give the kid a model number, like R2-D2 or something. I have to get creative with a last name like Smith, you know. Maybe we’ll call him Holy. Yeah, Holy Smith. Then I could hand over the website when he’s old enough (or she, I have no preference).