Often, after dinner, my children choose to run around the dining room table playing some LOUD game while Dennis and I sit, trying to talk before we banish them to another room. This evening, they were galloping around the table and Annalivia kept yelling LOUDLY something about "Tessa".
"Who's Tessa?" I asked.
"Our sleddog" she replied.
"I have a horse!" added Daniel. "His name is Burrboo."
"Biboo?" I asked.
"NO! BURRboo!" he clarified.
Annalivia chimed in wisely, "Daniel, that's a hard name. Why don't you name him Parachute?
... Or Tony."