N and I had agreed years ago that if we ever had a daughter, I would give her my last name and choose her first name, and if we had a son, he would give him his last name and pick his first name.
So yesterday N set to work choosing the first name for the boy. He doesn’t follow the news on principle, mind you.
“So how about we call him Tamerlan?” he asked. “It’s a beautiful name.”
I had to explain why this wasn’t a smart choice at this particular moment in time.
In the spirit of full disclosure, though, I have to confess that I suggested the name “Mason” after my favorite character from the soap opera Santa Barbara. N had to explain why this was not happening.

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