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I love my friend, MG.

She's about 8 months pregnant and has elected to name her son Xander Childebert [last name].

I'm not kidding. About either name. This story is about the Childebert part, though. The Xander bit? An entirely separate story.

Childebert started off as a joke with her mom, and when it was confirmed that it was a boy, they eventually chose Childebert as a middle name. It just seemed perfectly natural at that point, after having referred to the hypothetical child as Childebert for a year prior to its conception. (Incidentally, pronounced Chill-da-bert.)

"I love you," I told M, giggling, "but your son is going to kill you."

"He won't know," she laughed.

"Wha?"

"We won't tell him."

"But it'll be on his birth certificate?"

"Oh, yeah."

"COOL!" I exclaimed. "So how will you tell him? He'll discover it eventually."

"One day, he'll apply for a passport and find out," she grinned.

It's good to have friends who make you laugh.