Sunday, April 8, 2012
"I have another name I'd like to put to you for our future, as-of-yet-utterly-hypothetical
I paused for drama, but D's way ahead of me this time. His own proposal tripped off his tongue: "Fat Caliper."
"What?" I did a double-take. "Are you proposing that we name our child 'Fat Caliper'?"
"Well," I said thoughtfully, after a long moment, "I was going to suggest 'Griffin,' but 'Fat Caliper' would pretty much destine him for a fruitfully painful career as a bluesman. And we could call him 'Cal.'"
Two can play at this game of chicken, D.* Satirize me at your own peril.
*In fact, it's not much of a game of chicken unless two are playing at it.