The other night I said to Paige, "Paige, I think I finally have that boy's name we've been trying to come up with. What do you think about Becker Ebert Cunningham."
Silence.
Needless to say, Paige is not nearly as excited about the prospect of having our next son represent, symbolically, the wedding together of his father's two passions - economics and film. And while, in principle, I vehemently disagree with her that such a name would constitute cruel and unusual punishment, pragmatically, I think she may have a point.
Point one. Any boy named Becker will be called Pecker the instant he enters kindergarten. Probably, the attending nurse and obgyn will probably call him pecker, too, but probably not to Becker's face. So that's one consideration.
Point two. I do not have the ability to call anyone Ebert without occasionally calling them Q-bert as well. After awhile, chances are, I'd probably only call them Q-bert. And I don't know if Pecker Q-bert Cunningham has quite the ring that Becker Ebert does. Still, I can dream.
Posted by scott at February 24, 2004 01:37 PM | TrackBackHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. -_-
i'm sorry about the unfortunate loss of your future sons grade school pride. after that....he will be a living legend.
....hehe. becker ebert. bad show. fat man. and cunningham? a nick at night classic. hmmm.
Don't let the cynics get you down, Scott. I think it's a lovely name. Although maybe you should just go with Roger Becker Cunningham. A little less open to painful nicknames.
Posted by: mesh at February 24, 2004 03:19 PM