The name game.

I think I did my first official babysitting as an aunt on Sat. night. Except I was actually babysitting the sister because her husband had to run to the "big city" to get her meds. She's having morning sickness that is making me rethink my desire to have children.

While I was hanging out at her house, I picked up a couple of her baby names books. I don't know why she bothered considering they've already got the names picked out. Both my sister and brother in law have names that end in 'son'. Naturally, my sister thinks that any and all of her kids must have names ending in 'son.' The proposition is so cheesy I get sick to my stomach. Do people lose their common sense when they get married and start a family?