Chuck Norris? He doesn't compete any more kid.
So KS and I are working on baby names. She likes Parker, Tyler and other yuppie names. I’ve done my best to distract her with my own, ever growing list of names for boys. This was an actual conversation from the other night:
RS: How about Alexi?
KS: No.
RS: Pavel?
KS: No, all Russian names are off limits.
RS: How about Chuck Norris? Chuck Norris Novak.
KS: No!!!
RS: That’s probably for the best, don’t want our baby roundhouse kicking his way out of the womb. What about Steve Yzerman or Joe Montana? Steve Yzerman Novak sounds pretty good.
KS: No, no sports figures.
RS: Well then, what do you suggest?
KS: I’ve always liked Cameron. We could call him Cam.
RS: Sweet! Cam Neely was a great hockey player for the Bruins, I’m cool with that.
KS: *sigh*
In all seriousness, we’re trying to find a name we both find suitable, that has meaning, and that won’t get our little boy or girl’s ass kicked at the bike rack after school. I think we’ve settled on a name should it be a girl, but the boy’s name is a work in progress.
It’s tough though, you know? I mean, it’s like, we’re deciding what this person is going to be called for the rest of his or her life. It’s a lot of pressure, because we want our child to be unique, but we’re definitely not interested in going the Jason Lee route and naming him or her Pilot Inspector.
