Whispers
"Roy."
"Shh, you'll wake Joanne."
"No I won't. Look at her; she's sleeping like a baby." Snort. "Roy."
"What?"
"What are you going to name the baby?"
"We have been thinking about Kevin."
"Kevin? Why Kevin?"
"I don't know, it's a good name."
"Kevin DeSoto. Nah."
"What do you mean, 'nah'? You don't have a say in it, Johnny."
"How about John?"
"I'm not naming my son after you."
Indignant: "Why not?"
"What if you have a son someday?"
"Oh. That's true. But you know, the odds are against us having a boy now."
"Oh really?"
"Uh huh."
"And how do you figure that?"
"It's a scientific fact, Roy. The men decide the sex of the baby and it's something like a 25% chance of a couple having a boy after having a girl or a girl after having a boy."
"Scientific fact, huh?"
"I read that somewhere."
"Where, in Highlights Magazine?"
Scoff. "I do not read Highlights."
"Johnny, I've seen you read it."
Pause.
"Well, okay, but I didn't read it there."
"Uh huh."
"How about Roderick? Now there is a good name."
"I told you, I'm not naming my son after you."
"That's not really naming him after me. That's my father's name."
"Same thing."
"Nuh uh."
Sigh.
"Roy."
"What?"
"Why is Joanne smiling in her sleep?"
Pause.
"Maybe she's not sleeping."
"Maybe she's dreaming. Bet she's dreaming about Delia."
"Why do you assume that?"
"Because she's smiling!"
Sigh.
"Roy."
"What?"
"Do you think I could make post-hypnotic suggestions to Jo while she's asleep and she'll name the baby after me?"
"First of all, she's not hypnotized, she's asleep, Johnny. And second of all, no."
Closer: "Jo, you want to name the baby John. Ow!"
"Shhhhh."
"Well you didn't have to kick me. That hurt."
The End