Oh, the drama of Otis’ name continues to unfold. I’m pretty impressed with how our little Marshmallow continues to accumulate evidence in support of such a quirky name.
However, I’m going to hold on just a bit on telling you more about my Otis correspondence (yes! Big Otis WROTE BACK. He’s great). And share a different stage of the name game…
Before we knew Marshmallow was a boy.
Mark: What do you think about the name Paige if we have a girl?
Me: Oh, I like that. Definite contender. I’m curious, what makes you like it?
Mark: When I was younger I knew a girl named Paige. She was really cute.
Me: You want to name our baby after a girl you had a crush on?
Words that weren’t necessary to actually speak out loud because my face was saying it loud and clear: Hellz noez.
Me: We are not naming our baby, the one we had SEX to conceive, after a “girl you thought was cute”. Are you out of your mind? Have you even met me? What part of my crazy hormones and irrational jealousy made you think that might be a good idea?
Mark: Got it. Paige is off the table. Please put the knife down.
So I’m curious, did anyone even think about naming their baby after a former crush/flame? And what I am really asking is, am I the crazy one for getting jealous (probably) or is Mark insane for not just lying to me (definitely)?