On the way home from church, we got into a discussion about how the Pope gets his name. Out of the blue, no idea where it came from. My husband, Carl, explained that he gets to choose his name. One of the kids then suggested that he should choose a cool name. Carl asked, “What name would you choose if you were elected Pope?”
Andrew said “Pope Daddy”
Emily said “Pope O’Gigio”
Carl said “Pope Alicious”
I said “POprah”
Several other suggestions were tossed around, like “Pope Arama”, “Pope Eroni”, and my personal favorite (courtesy of Andrew) “Pope Ourri”.
Proof that insanity is hereditary – we get it from our kids.