The Human is Nuts

After having her little boy for a week, the human still hadn't come up with a name for him.

She went through several names, but just didn't like any of them.

Finally, she came to me for advice on what to name him.

I told her, "If I were you, I'd call him my son." After all, I called Simon and Theodore my sons. I called Elmo my son. I called Bam Bam my son. I called Elton my son. I called Beau my son.

She tilted her head and rubbed her hand against her chin and said, "Really..."

She named him Myson.

Really. Some days...