This is what it's like in my head.
The following is a conversation I had with myself in my head while riding the bus to my car after work today. It occurred to me that this is a prime example of why people always said I was weird when they signed my yearbooks.
(After noticing the bus driver's name plate. His first initial was Q.)
It would be cool to have a kid with a first name that starts with Q.
I wonder what his name is. Quentin? Quinton? It could be Quincy.
Quincy's not a bad name. I wonder what people would think if I named my next son Quincy.
Jon and Quincy. Those don't really go together. Jenn said her pediatrician said people should pick a theme for their kids' names so they go together.
Well, I guess I'd just have to have a third son and name him Adam.
Jon, Quincy, Adam. It goes together if they all come together to be a president's name, right?
Yeah, I think weird things. :)
Image of our seventh president courtesy of www.visitingdc.com.