While driving DF to preschool this week, he asked me where LL got his name. I tried to tell him that the FP Gal and I picked it out but he wanted a credit in there too. I was almost to the point where I throw up my hands and tell him, fine, he helped pick it out, when he said this:
DF: When Leo dies and we get a new baby, I'll name that one.
Um, not quite, buddy. To add a little context, it might be helpful to know that our neighbors recently had to put down their beautiful boxer dog. They had a new puppy a few days later. Anyway, DF is figuring out both mortality and the cycle of life.