Once upon a time

Sometimes we have those random conversations that include statements that start out with "When we retire, . . ." or "When we live in Europe, . . .". When we first got serious SGT T used to say that, if we had kids, he wanted to name our daughter Chili. Yes, the food. Haha, I laugh it off, tell him I'm willing to offer unsavory sexual favors in exchange for final veto power on the naming issue.

Little did I know that, apparently, SGT T has entirely too much time for thinking when he is out in the field. When he got home yesterday I was in the kitchen and he was unpacking when he yelled out to me that he had an idea. He then went on to explain that if we have a girl she will be called Chili and if we have a boy he will be called Sergeant.

me: Why, that's the most redneck thing I've ever heard!

Then he clarified, first, that he is indeed serious, and second, that I get to choose. I came to the only logical conclusion I could.

me: So, what you're really saying is that you don't want to have any more children!