I'm sold

Franklin Duke it is. And for those of you not reading the notes, my cousin Shelee pointed out a glaring omission in my genealogy of the "Franklin" moniker - my grandpa, Dad's dad, was George Franklin Breshears. That makes our boy a fourth generation Franklin. I realize that's probably another argument for Duke Franklin, but more than one person was quick to point out that the poor kid will be saddled with the "dookie" nickname. I'm not sure which is worse: that I'm persuaded by the shameful force of the word "dookie," or that it's the first word that popped into the head of more than one grown ass adult when they heard the word "Duke." Personally, I think John Wayne, Hall of Fame centerfielder Duke Snider, Duke Ellington, Olympic gold medalist and legendary Hawaiian surfer Duke Kahanamoku...I don't actually think Duke Kahanamoku - that's a Googlet [holy crap - I think I just coined another word ] - but my point is that you should be slightly embarrassed that the first thing to cross your minds was "dookie" (and before you take offense at having been called out on this, know that my mom is one of you). In either case, I think we'll be going with Franklin Duke Breshears. Anna gets her "Frankie," and our boy can exercise his option on the "Duke" name if there's ever an uptick in the market value of hypermasculinity (the over/under is his 10th birthday, for those of you looking for side action). Besides, there may be a kind of Boy-Named-Sue-effect that comes with bearing the load of a cute nickname. I'm not looking to get stabbed by my kid or anything, but in this world, a little toughness doesn't hurt.