"Mrs. Anderson, what are you gonna name your baby?" a student asks.
"We don't know yet." I reply.
"Well, you should tell Mr. Anderson that YOU should get to pick, since it's YOUR baby."
"Well, it's his baby, too," I say. "I'm the mommy, and he's the daddy."
"Well if I were a woman and I was having a baby, and my husband wouldn't let me choose the name, I would slap him right in the face," student says, in all seriousness.
Well said, my little friend.
Hear that, J? Apparently you're in for a slap in the face. Unless, of course, you're willing to give a little on that whole "no last names for first names" rule. ;)