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  • "Hey, I thought of an incredible name, a freakin' awesome name, for our son." I was excited.
    She smiled. "Tell me."
    "How about this: If we have a daughter you can name her, and if we have a son then I'll name him."
    "No way. Tell me already."

    She had been talking about baby names the other day. I gave my opinion on the names she proposed, but didn't offer up any myself. I had not thought about baby names before, and at the time none came to mind.

    "Okay, ready? It's... Jetson."
    "What?!? No. I don't like that."

    What we'd name a baby is a hypothetical question. She's not pregnant, and of course neither am I. We aren't married, we aren't even engaged.

    "What's wrong with it? It's perfect."
    "It sounds futuristic and sci-fi. And old. You mean like that cartoon, The Jetsons?"
    "Yeah, that's what makes it great! It invokes the future, but it's retro. An idealistic future. They were optimistic about the future back then. It's such an optimistic name."

    I really like the idea of a name representing optimism. I consider a major turning point in my life was when I listened to Tony Robbins' talks, where he says reality consists of whatever you focus on and pay attention to. That was such an epiphany for me. Since then, over the past decade, there have been numerous books published about the psychology of happiness and positive thinking. (Coincidentally I recently attended a happiness talk at a conference that highlighted Jonathan Harris's We Feel Fine project.)

    "There is no way we are naming our son that. It's not even a first name."
    "I've met guys whose first name was Edison or Jefferson. There's nothing wrong with Jetson as a first name. Who says what a first name can be?"
    "I say. And it's not. If you love that name so much, why don't you change your name to Jetson?"

    I thought about that for a bit. I know someone who changed her first and last name, unofficially. Then when she got married, she changed it officially. Legally. Her first, middle, and last name. People do it, not just movie and rock stars.

    "You know, that's a great idea. If I change my last name, then all the kids will get it. We'd all be The Jetsons."

    She was laughing. I was too.

    She had another idea. "If you make your first million before I do then you can name our first kid whatever you want. But if I make a million dollars before you do, then I get to name the baby."

    "Deal. Let's pinky swear." We pinky-swore.

    She had one more thing to say. "You can't name a girl Jetson."

    But why not? Allison is a girl's name.

    Press kit photo: copyright ©1990 Universal City Studios Inc and Hanna-Barbera Productions, Inc.
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