I read this article the other day about a couple who is angry with the New Zealand government because they weren’t allowed to name their son 4Real. (The government – for some reason – refuses to acknowledge names that have numbers in them.)
Since they can’t use their name of choice, they’ve gone with their runner-up name, which is Superman.
I … I … I really don’t know what to say about that. So I’ll use my friend Kate’s words instead: “This kid will need no other grounds for divorcing his parents.”
And to think I almost lost sleep over the Kaylee/Emily conundrum.