We need another name. The Boxer is on his way after he weans. While I don’t expect this post to elicit the type of response my last naming criteria post did, nevertheless, I will use one of your suggestions this time.

I felt real bad going off and naming our son “Charles” after his grandfather since I was given 1,000 other half-decent suggestions. I promise it had nothing to do with my father-in-law rewriting his will.

In humble tradition, I offer another naming criteria list. It goes like this:

1. We will not call our guard dog any poodle-type names: Fluffy, Muffin, Biffy, or Fifi. “Sick ‘em, Fifi!” just doesn’t work.

2. Special preference given to dead theologians: Van Til and Knox are high on the list. I wish I had the nerve to name my sons something cool like this. (Conversely, Arminius, Pelagius, and Servetus would be very low on the list.)

3. Everyday we hear, “Poncho! I’m getting the broom!” from our aged neighbor’s yard. So we can’t name him “Poncho” or “Broom.”

4. My husband has to like it. (Again.)

Other than that, our standards are pretty loose.

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