To Laugh Or To Cry

Tonight I read my hubby 50 boy names from a list on a blog.  I told him I was done telling him my favorite names and instead we were going to start reading baby name lists until he found some names he liked.    I read all 50.  He liked none of them.

Then he suggested Jessico.  Then he suggested Ratfink.  Then he suggested Polloloco.  I said, "Crazy chicken.  You think we should name our baby Crazy Chicken?"

To which he responded with a great deal of feigned horror, "Of course not!  I would never suggest anything so absurd!"

"You just said Crazy Chicken."

"No I didn't.  I said Polloloco.  It sounds foreign and exotic."

"It means crazy chicken.  You just didn't think I would know that."

At which point Timothy changed gears and said, "Let's name him Gandalfo.  Then we could use it as an excuse to go buy really yummy sandwiches any time we wanted and claim it was in honor of our son."

Me. "No."

Timothy, "Maybe you should listen more closely to my sound logic.  We could eat more yummy sandwiches."

Me.  "When I name our baby Oscar and you are complaining about it I will tell people that your name choices were Buckworthy, Ratfink, and Crazy Chicken.  Then they'll understand why we went with my top choice."

By then Timothy was laughing too hard to say anything and I was looking for something with which to hit him.

Naming this baby is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo frustrating.