Today, after he called me “Dordeeback” (JordeeBec) and asked what my name was a few times, we asked him what his name was.

His first answer, oddly enough, was not “Hayden.” I believe he gets this from my side of the family, and specifically from my Aunt Jennifer, who routinely told people her name was “Peter Pan Pinocchio.” Oh and his Aunt Jasmine, who also had a creative name once upon a time, but I think she would be displeased if I wrote it here. (Want to weigh in there, Jaz?)

And what did he give as his name?

“Pokie Parket.”

Nice choice, Pokie.

So Ryan dialed his mom and gave the phone to Hayden. His mom answered: “Hello?”

“‘Yo?” said Hayden.

“Is this my little grandson Hayden?”

Long pause. “Uhhhh . . . I sink so!”