Names...

Whenever M gets a new stuffed animal he always chooses a name that describes it. (For example, his shamrock bear is named Leif, his turtle with the shiny shell is sparkly, etc. My mother swears that he will name his first born red and wrinkly.) It never takes him very long to decide. But when he got a stuffed dolphin from the dentist the other day he really agonized over its name, even asking people what they would call him. It went on and on with him trying to find the "perfect" name. Well, he succeeded. He informed me this morning that his dolphin is named...are you ready for this?... Mr. Dolphin. Kind of a let down, isn't it?