While driving to work today, the radio station blared a song from my much younger years sung by Skid Row. Every time I hear the tunes by Skid Row, I think of the lead singer's name, Sebastian, and my ex's insistence that we name our youngest son after this lead singer. I absolutely refused to name my son after a cartoon character from the Little Mermaid, much less the lead singer of Skid Row! Could you imagine the ridicule he would have had to deal with in school? I pictured him running to his room in tears, screaming, "I hate my name, and I hate you for giving me this stupid name!" In an effort to avoid this vision from the future, I quickly suggested Brett as an alternative when delivery day came, as "Amy" turned out to be another disastrous choice I felt we should avoid (was told twice our baby was a girl.) Of course now Brett likes to think he is named after Brett Favre, and I gently inform/re inform him that his name came as a spur of the moment alternative to Sebastian. His reply the first time I informed him, "Sebastian? That's kind of cool." I doubt he would be saying that if it truly were his name. Though his name was a bit spur of the moment, I also did name him after one of the all-around best baseball players, George Brett. My Brett seemed not too pleased when he learned that too.
