"He's adorable, what's his name?"

So on Friday, my sister pushed and screamed and cursed as she welcomed a baby boy into the world. Okay, so she didn't push and scream - she had a C-section - but still, I imagine it's quite a thing to have a 7.5 pound 'thing' removed from one's body.

But the joyous part of this birth is not that my young nephew was welcomed into this world on the 8th day of the 8th month in the year 2008, but that when people peer down to look at the pink wrinkle monster and ask, "He is just adorable. What's his name?", my sister looks at them with a blank stare because she doesn't have an answer.

A few weeks ago, she emailed me asking for name suggestions. They knew it was going to be a boy so they wanted to be prepared. I sent her a short list. She liked two of the names I sent. They pondered them for a while.

Then when I asked what his name was going to be, I was told, "Oh, they're letting their 4-year old daughter choose his name."

Oh, okay, well, in that case, world please meet Bubble/Hungry/Kaka/Booboo.