Now that we’re breathing easier after the good news we’ve gotten so far, Alan and I have lots more time to devote to finding and watching the best of TV. I thought we were both on the same page in terms of how we defined “the best” until the other day when he changed the channel right in the middle of “The Tiniest Girl in the World.” Something about him being scared.
Having learned my lesson, tonight I watched the latest episode of “16 and Pregnant” on my computer with headphones on so I could enjoy it in peace. I paused it to tell him about the name the 15-year old mom had picked out for her baby.
“Hey, that’s cool. They’re going to name their baby Nevaeh,” I said.
“Like the lotion?” he asked.
“No, like heaven spelled backwards.”
“Isn’t that cool? I’m going to name my daughter something cool. Like Avatar. I mean… Ratava.”
And in a burst of excitement, Alan said, “I’m going to name mine Zeip! Like my frog!” And then he pointed at the green frog character he was playing in the land o’ Alan’s Computer Games.
Apparently we are not having children together.