Wait, who’s ridiculous?!

Okay, just for clarification, that last post was definitely NOT an announcement.

But since I’m on the subject, while I’m not quite ready for kids yet, I am 100% ready to talk about baby names. While Ryan thinks it’s pointless to talk about baby names before we actually need one, I think it’s pretty normal since I’ve been picking out favorite names since my first Barbie. I have a number of girl names I love, but boy names…really haven’t considered those so much. (This means that I’ll end up with all boys, right? Um…)

Anyway, lately I find myself playing name games with Ryan, when I can get him to play. (For instance, we’ll go through the alphabet—Ryan’s favorites are always Bertha and Hilda—or try out names from books, movies, or people watching, etc.) This Sunday, as sacrament meeting entertainment, we went through the hymn book to see if there were any worthwhile names in there. After pages and pages of Parleys and Orsons and Ebenezers, we came across a name which led to the most brilliant idea of my life. Picture:

• Clark Kent McDaniel,
• Bruce Wayne McDaniel,
• Peter Parker McDaniel, or
• Charles Xavier McDaniel

I’m always looking for boy names that are strong and smart and reliable and have been around forever. These names totally fit those qualifications! This totally counts as personal revelation, right?

I asked Ryan what he thought…and he said I’m completely ridiculous.

AND THEN.

His very next statement, the very next words to come out of his mouth were as follows: “Oh, I’ve got it! Let’s say we have twins—a boy and a girl. We’ll name them Cain and Mabel!”

Who’s really ridiculous here, huh?!