The Boy, Part Deux

Mom received comments about how cute the boy was, how handsome the boy was, how good the boy was and how boring the boy's name was. Mom only called him the boy because, well, he was a boy. And he was her only boy. So she thought that was very easy to understand. But alas, it is lacking in that creative spirit and character that so fill mom and Auntie's lives.
So mom thought of having a contest to pick a name for the boy. She would tell you what his interests were and you could decide on a name. But then Auntie had an even better idea. She thought you cats and dog could help Lucky and me pick names and then the Boy could pick one he liked the best.

This is the boy at three, when he liked dinosaurs.

This is the boy at four, when he still liked dinosaurs.

This is the boy at eight and a half, when he liked Yu-Gi-Oh, Pokemon, Bionicles, his dogs, karate, cello, chicken and mashed potatoes, Jimmy Neutron, and well, I could go on for quite a bit.

There are a few rules, of course. They can't be so long to type them that mom will start calling him the boy again. They can't be too silly, like He Who Must Be Obeyed.

He is a tall boy, as you can see.

And he is a skinny boy, as you can see.

He is also a funny boy, as you can most definitely tell.

And then he is the angel boy. So sweet and angelic that, sigh, mom just loves him to pieces.

So, all my blog friends, see what you can come up with and then we will let the boy decide.

Mom will have to have some sort of prize system for the winner, most creative, etc. but she'll have to figure that out tomorrow, when she's not falling asleep at the keyboard. Maybe something will come to her in a dream.

Good Luck!

(you can click on the pictures to biggify)