I’m gonna have a son. I’m gonna name him, “Sleeve.”
It will be great. I can just imagine the introductions he’ll have.
“Hi, I’m Sleeve.”
“I’m sorry, did you say, ‘Steve’”.
“No, Sleeve.”
“Sleeve?”
“Yes, that’s right, ‘Sleeve’”.
“That’s a kinda funny name.”
“I don’t think it’s that funny.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why did your parents call you ‘Sleeve’?”
“Because of you.”
“Me?”
“It’s all your fault. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you almost as much as I hate them!”
Actually, I plan on having two sons named ‘Sleeve’. Twins. Good boys, the both of them. They’ll keep their noses clean.
2 Responses to "My son Sleeve."
I just can’t wait til you meet a nice (apparently rather forbearing) girl and get on this kid thing
. So many promises, so little time!
Maybe I’ll just adopt a daughter instead.
If I can collar ‘Collar’, that’s what I’ll call her.