What's His Name?

Prior to 12:30 this afternoon, our son didn't officially have a name. The government would only recognize him as a number. After he was born, we were given simple instructions at the hospital: "When you are discharged, you'll have two weeks to send this form in and request a birth certificate. Any time after that, you'll have to pick one up at city hall."


3 months later we're navigating our way through one way streets, lunch time rushes, pedestrians, and medical mart construction to find a parking spot near city hall. We only had two singles and a quarter to pay for parking. After circling city hall like a buzzard on a wounded chipmunk, we found a willing garage: Parking - $2.25 for the first hour. Miraculous. 


We drove into the bowels of the underground garage. Our ticket was punched for 12:12pm. The clock was ticking. The sign may have promoted that there were spots available, but I was calling it's bluff. There were two types of spots to choose from: Ones marked "Reserved" and ones between two F-350 trucks. We sped around the two levels of the garage for a while and all I could see was that hour whittling away. Just as I contemplated taking a spot marked "Clerk of Courts",  we found a space.


As we strolled through the hallways to find the right office, I began conjuring up stories in my head to explain to the parking attendant why we were late. But we found our office. And that's when I was faced with a dilemma. 


While Wife attended the stroller, I was tasked with filling out the paperwork. The one line said: Child's...First_________ Middle __________ Last __________
In that moment, I felt powerful. I could have named him anything I wanted to. And the city people would have to accept. Of course we both agreed on a name months ago. And that's the same name everyone calls him. But it was up to me to transfer that name to legal paper. I was tempted to go another direction. How cool would it be to have a son with a name like...

• Tyrannosaurus Rex (who would mess with a kid named after the king dinosaur? A nickname would be obvious. "Hi, this is my son T-Rex.")
• Elvis Presley (picture the teacher going down the roll call on the first day of school in 7th grade and coming across that.)
• Thor (he would have to carry a hammer.)
• Simba (the problem would be finding a friend named Rafiki that would assist in presenting him to the people...and a huge rock to do that from.)
• George Washington (because I think it would be cool to say, "George Washington, stop hitting your sister!" Or, "Clean your room George Washington!")

I couldn't think long. Time was ticking if we were going to make it back within the hour. I reluctantly settled on the name we agreed upon months ago. We got the certificate, got back to the garage, and met the parking attendant. "Two-twenty five please," she said. 

Making it out with in the hour, having the exact amount of change, that's luck. Maybe we should have gone with the name "Rabbit Foot."

Any suggestions on what would have been other good names?