The Name Game

"Psst!  Angel, are you awake?"

"Wake up, sweet cherub..."

"Oh, honey... this is no time for your sweet angel-games...  Open your peepers, you old mother rabbit..."

"Night-terrors again?"

"You old greyhound...  I just can't get any dern sleep until we decide on a name..."

"I thought we went over this already, bumpkin-boo..."

"...if it's a girl, it's Cassie-Lynne- with an 'E'... and if it's a boy, it's Dakota Tristann- with 2 'N's."

"*sigh*...  Hon... those names are terrible.  He'll get beat up for something like that...  you might as well call him...  'Trapezoid' or 'Book-humper'..."

"Fine, then what's your grand idea, mister so and so?"

"Well, we'd have to name him something classy, yet refined...  strong, yet tough... classic, yet... timeless..."

"...something like...   WINCHESTER..."

*sigh*

"I don't know...  that reminds me of a gun or something..."

"Cherub, that's the POINT!  Ugh!"

"Well, do you have any other ideas?"

"Hmm...   what...  about..."

"...Radford!"

"...yeah, and his middle name can be 'DRIVE'..."

"...yeahhhh!  Get 'em, Radford!  GET 'EM!"

"What if it's a girl?"

"I don't want our daughter to be named after some sort of street..."

"Fine, we could spell her middle name with a 'Y' to differentiate..."

"Why does every conversation about our child's name end up being some kind of weird gun fantasy?  I'm willing to meet you half way...  You want something a little more tough... with a little more street-cred... okay, I can respect that.  What about D'Artagnan?"

"NO."

"Listen, angel-food...  I think we should respect the BABY'S wishes... maybe try asking him what HE wants...  hmm?"

"Well, that only seems fair, I guess...   Go on, ask her..."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh...  what?  Oh, mm-hmm, mm-hmm...  Ahh, I see...  Okay."

"Well, that settles that.  Good night, sweet cherub."

"Well, what did she say?!"

"HE.  HE said that HE wants HIS name to be 'Man-At-Arms'.  So, there ya go."

"What the heck is a 'Man-At-Arms'?!"

"THIS!  This is 'Man-At-Arms'.  I love you angel, but you can be pretty ignorant sometimes..."

"The one with the bangs and the pink vest?"

"No, you clod!  The one with the sweet 'stache!"

"Well, if that's what he wants... I guess it's settled then.  Could you get the light, hon?"

"Sure thing."

"Goodnight, special angel."

"Goodnight, bear."