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Congratulations! Boboss, you is da Daddy!
My advice:
1) Beware of Nominative (Pre)Determinism. A few years ago my friend named her second son Loki. He's a good kid (so far), but whenever I baby-sit I keep expecting his eyes to glow green and then discover my shoelaces have mysteriously been tied together.
2) If you choose to have them, select the God-Parents wisely. Mine are crap*. When I was a nipper and first worked out they were supposed to look after me if something unthinkable happening to my parents, I actually had sleepless nights. Come to think of it, this might have been part of a clever ruse on my Dad's part to make me appreciate him and my Mum more than I might have done.....Hmmm...Ignore me... Maybe you should choose bad ones instead?
*Added after-thought: actually my God Father was an award winning fire man, so as a life-saver, I guess that makes him cool in my book. But he always seems to be a little boring: which now, come to think of it, I realise is probably because of the lack of adrenaline after rushing into so many burning bulidings. However, as a child, none of this was apparent. Also, I have hardly seen my My God Mother over the years, all I can remember about her is that she a is a beautiful woman, as well as a strong memory of being at her house once for a family party of some kind, the day John Lennon was shot. Apologies to both of them. |
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