The contents of a hysterical conversation I had with my 8 year old son, Ethan, about what to name his future (very hypothetical) children. Options included: Mohawk, Uncle, Flame Daisy, Jupiter, and Venus-Fly-Trap. And John.
Also, people? This conversation took place in the bathroom, with my son on the toilet (because that’s just the way he rolls). He is a bathroom conversationalist.