I occasionally worry about the possibility of my having kids of my own. And by kids, of course, I mean children, not goats. My brother has goats already. They’re really cute.
Anyway, the main genuine worry that I have regarding my having children of my own, is the concern of what I might name them. I thought my cousin had it crazy enough, when she said that she would like to have a girl, and to name her Jacques, pronounced “Jake”. But I’m over here in the shower tonight, contemplating having twins, a boy and a girl, and naming (and calling) them Penny Lane and Abbey Road (respectively, I think, but I’m not set on that). And then I get all concerned, because I worry that I might actually do that, if I have children of my own to name. Either that, or I’ll not actually give them set names until they’re six months old or something. And, even then, I might still give them absurd names. I could actually see myself doing this to my dear children. Though, perhaps I would give them somewhat ‘standard’ names, so to speak, and then just call them these absurd names I have. That way, I could use multiple absurd names on each child. Having children is absurd enough as it is – at least give me a little bit of fun of my own to have, you know? (And, yes, I do know that I am somewhat totally crazy here.) 🙂
If it didn’t really matter, what sorts of absurd names would you give your child/children? Think about it.