JoJo

Today during my lunch break I was talking to Jason and Amy (the people I'm going to let be the parents of my godchild). I told them I'm going to call him JoJo.

"What if his name isn't JoJo?"

"I don't care, whenever I'm around him I'm calling him JoJo."

"What if it's a girl?"

"I don't care, whenever I'm around her I'm calling her JoJo."

"So basically you are going to make our child yell at us for not calling him JoJo...."

"Yep."

Then I had to explain to them how I'm the godfather and that gives me certain privileges normal people don't have. I've also decided JoJo will be the first person I'll teach the wonderous art of cricket chirping. After lunch I was talking with Jason and he said he's going to buy a new car pretty soon and explained that once JoJo decides to claw his way out that his van isn't the best vehicle to keep a child safe....he's right, the only thing we could come up with as a childseat was his spare tire laying around in the back. I mean, it is like a mini bumper car, all he'd have to do is strap JoJo in with a few bungee cords and everything is fine. JoJo would be surounded by an intertube filled with air and of course the intertube has the added protection to reduce the risk of puncturing. It would bounce off anything it bumped into. The only thing that we couldn't think of was how to keep it from flipping upside down, so I agreed that getting a better car would make it much safer for JoJo.