We were on the way home from church tonight, and we were discussing the baby that is due in October. Ash kept saying that she’s hoping for a girl, but I told her that I *KNOW* beyond the shadow of a doubt that it is a boy.
We then got on the topic of names. Z has decided that he wants to name this baby boy “Peter Pan.” I explained to him that we cannot name this baby Peter Pan, and tried to get him to come up with other names.
A minute later, he says, “Mom. My arms are crossed. Do you know why they are crossed?” I asked why, and he replied, “Because I want to name this baby Peter Pan, and you won’t let me!”
Stubborn little stinker!