Even before we actively started talking about having children, much less planning for them, we had baby names.
For girls. (Mariel Paloma; Olivia Rosa).
But no names for boys… nothing ever struck us as quite right.
“You know,” I said to Francisco the other day, “we have to consider the possibility that this could be a boy.”
“Well, if it’s a boy he has to have an American name. My kid’s an American, so don’t even think about calling him Francisco.”*
“What about Barack?”
He looked at me.
*I realize that the girls would also be American, if born in the US, but we’ve had their names so long, just ignore the fact that their names don’t fit within Francisco’s current logic.