I’ll never forget the day my youngest son (about 6 or 7 at the time) walked up to my wife and me and stated, as serious as anything, that from now on his name was “Cheetah”.
We tried to call him that from then on, we truly did try.[/quote]
I’m glad you caught that svelte, it’s my favorite part. If my vasectomy and my sanity happened to fail at the same time, I’d argue to name that kid salt, I’d settle for a middle name. I keep wondering if it happens, if in 20 years I see nametags with the name salt, the same way that I used to snicker when I would meet my kids friends and I knew where their name came from because i saw the movie too. How many 20 year olds are there right now named Ariel, since the little mermaid came out about 21 years ago. So in the future, if I meet a person named salt, I’m going to hand them whatever ammount of money that equals the current cost of two drinks, and tell them to buy their parents a round on me, I don’t know them, but i love them already.
Keep fighting for cheetah, it’s never too late, love it. Just think, there’s a grown man that will likely be drafted in the first round named “Jimmer,” you know that had to come from a sibling, and it hasn’t hurt him one bit.
