This is Allie:
She's the oldest of all of my nieces and nephews.
She'll be a famous pianist one day...if she can remember to cut her fingernails.
One day last week while I was painting, she rode past me on her scooter.
She stopped long enough to say, "Allyssa."
"Allyssa?" I asked.
"That's what you should name your baby if it's a girl."
"Allie, I need boy names. If the baby is a girl her name will be Emily Lynn."
"Emily?" Allie asked.
"Yes Emily. I need boy names."
I suggested she list five boys from her class at school.
"I can't name him Wesley because Jason has a nephew named Wesley."
"I like Matthew, but Jason doesn't."
"And Allie, do you see a problem with the other three names?"
Allie thought about it and said, "No."
"Allie, my baby isn't going to be born in Mexico."
That little Allie...she cracked up.
"I guess you're right. Those boys are from Mexico."
And as she rode off on her scooter she promised she would make me a list.
Yesterday she brought her list to dinner.
She suggested that Jason and I take turns crossing off the names we don't like.
And when we're left with just one...well, that will be the name we go with.
I studied those names...and there will be no need to eliminate names one at a time.
That's the name I'm going with.