overheard in baptist hospital delivery wing

i'll get to the title in a second. first, a play by play of my birthday festivities; not to rub anyone's nose in it, but to just highlight the efforts of the best wife ever (formerly referred to as the wife).

-got home at 6.30. best wife ever wants to have a champagne toast to my birthday. (we ultimately pass because i'm empty stomached and champagne doesn't agree with me without food. nevertheless.)

-upstairs to unwrap some of my presents (of which there were 5). best wife ever picks which ones i get to open (as all good gift givers do). a brand new copy of old school, beck's sea change, and a bottle of glen moray (one of my favorite scotches). now THAT'S a good start.

-downtown to the melting pot. waiting at our table? balloons and a card from the best wife ever. no song and dance from the wait staff, although i would've participated had they serenaded me. cheese, salads, wine, entree, coffee, dessert and a slow walk out to the car later, we were on our way to "some place that makes us smile."

-it took her a few funny turns, which only increased my confusion, but a few minutes later we arrive at baptist hospital to go look at babies (i could be overheard more than once saying, "i want me a baby, hi. get me a baby."). she knows i love kids of all kinds, so she thought we'd go here to check out little chicks and dudes that share my birthday. yes, that's barfingly sweet. that's why she's the best wife ever.

-back home for more gifts. a monocular (one eyed binocular. handy for taking to hockey games...) and a bottle of glenkinchie (another tasty malt) are unwrapped. the best mother in law ever even dropped off her gift while we were gone (it was a pasta pot. not the coolest gift ever, but thoughtful as hell since she knows i love my pasta.)

-the best wife ever's tuckered out, but says she wants to hear the new song. she likes it so much that she hears it twice. at 12.30, much later than normal, she heads off to bed and i head outside to enjoy of glass of glenkinchie and 2 american spirits.

this is my mountaintop, from the top of which i shout,

"i have the best wife ever!!!......and she's really hot!!!!"
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okay, the title...

so we're looking at babies sleeping and crying and doing their baby thing. there's an average looking dad and his (guessing) 4 year old son looking at we later deduce to be the new little brother. pop's got junior on his back, looking in the window. best wife ever and i witness the following exchange:

dad: so whatdya wanna name it? (yes, it.)
son: (straight faced) chicken nugget.
dad: we can't call it (yes, it) chicken nugget. whatdya wanna name it (yes, it)?
son: boy.
dad (as they walk away): we can't just call it boy...whatdya wanna name it...