I’m a grandfather again, according to my son who called at about 11 last night. While I’m elated, of course, notwithstanding that I really don’t like babies or small children, I am again disappointed in the name selection – it’s the second time they’ve chosen a name that I cannot even think of the child being happy with later in life.
My surmise is that the wife has control over branding and she doesn’t much care for me. I understand that as her sole aspiration seems to be perfecting a “yuppie” status.
But what the hell, everyone’s health and happy and as my Mother would say, “It’s not my call.”
