Word on the street is that there’s a Snowpocalypse happening in the northeast, like, right now, but that didn’t stop us from trekking out in the inclement weather to get our weekend pho fix for lunch.
As I was driving the boy to pick up busy daddy from yoga to go to the restaurant, the boy said to me, “Dad, is the job you have now the best job you’ve ever had?” And I said, I dunno, I guess my job is awight, but the best job I’ll ever have is being your dad. And the boy said, “My best job is being your son, but I think being a chef when I grow up is going to be good, too.”
And I said, Being a chef is cool. And the boy said, “Yeah, but I’m going to be a dad one day, too, and I’m going to name my son Alex.” And I said, What if your wife wants to name your kid something else? And the boy said, “Then I’ll listen to her, unless she wants to name our child Blergh, because that’s not a very good name for a human baby.”
And I said, I’m pretty sure you’ll have bigger problems if you marry a girl who wants to name your child Blergh. And the boy said, “I dunno, my GF who becomes my wife might have different ideas, and that’s OK.” And I said, I think I prefer Alex Jarkalooky more than Blergh Jarkalooky. And the boy said, “I know, me, too, but sometimes girls pick weird names for babies.” And I said, You’re telling me.