The budding comedian of the house started giggling this morning during breakfast.
"I have a silly name for the baby," he said.
"For a boy or for a girl?" I asked.
"For a boy."
"Ok," I said. "Let's hear it." Pubert is still a front-runner, of course, but I'm always open to suggestions.
Now, note that lately, toilet humour has been number one (hey-o) - most of his attempts at humour end in "in the toilet", followed by maniacal laughter. Such as "Knock knock/Who's there/Pepper/Pepper who/Pepper in the toilet". And so forth. Good times.
But today, it was a pleasant surprise. We laughed and laughed and laughed.
A new possibility for the Punchy's name, should it be a boy, is...
...
drum roll...
...
Ungerness Toonamint.*
Now, if that's not a funny name, I don't know what is.**
* spelled phonetically, of course.
** "Hey! Joey Jo-Jo!" - anyone? anyone? Ok, fine.
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