“OH, NO, George!” Amelia hollered.
“Are you okay?” George gasped, running into the room.
“I found a typo!” Amelia said. “An advance reader spotted it, and I didn’t believe it… but it’s true!”
George put a hand against his hammering heart. When your pregnant wife hollers like that, a frog is prone to jump to other conclusions!
“Is that all?” George asked.
“George, this is very serious!” Amelia said. “This is my job to find these things. There were four of us scouring these pages, and we missed it!”
George hated when Amelia was upset and there was nothing he could do to fix it.
“Is it a good book, Amelia?” George asked.
“Oh, it’s terrific,” she replied. “You’ve got to read this one, George. They used to be partners, and now he’s her boss, and he’s responsible for her disciplinary action. The sparks, the stubborn pride, the yearning… It’s one of Patricia’s best.”
“I think the readers will forgive a typo,” George said.
“I hope so…” Amelia murmured, and she pushed herself to her feet. “George, I need chocolate.”
Now, that was something George could do!
“I have been reading parenting blogs,” George said seriously. “And they all agree–we need to continue having date nights, even after the pollywog arrives.”
“Do we have date nights now?” Amelia asked.
“I’m not sure anything we do counts as a date night,” George replied. “Is that troublesome?”
“Should we START having date nights?” Amelia asked. “Should we be worried, George?”
Was their happy, devoted marriage on the brink of a terrible collapse because they hadn’t been following the advice of happily married bloggers??
“I don’t know!” George said. “Do you want to go out on official dates? Should I take you bowling every Tuesday, or something like that?”
“Um…” Amelia grimaced. That sounded more like a chore. “Are there any bloggers that suggest putting our feet up together, and sometimes going on bike rides?”
“I could check,” George said.
“Please check,” Amelia said. “Our Tuesday evenings may depend upon it!”
George and Amelia had been talking about pollywog names, and they could not settle upon any names they both liked.
“How about Gertrude for a girl?” George asked. “My great-grandmother on my father’s side was Gertrude.”
Amelia shook her head. “What about Claudius Phoenix for a boy? I always thought it sounded regal.”
George winced. “No, no. Think about roll call in school, Amelia!”
“Robert? Charles? Phineas?” Amelia asked.
“Theodora? Clandestine? Arugula?” George suggested.
How on earth had names become so difficult? Naming a pollywog shouldn’t be this hard, should it? But when one thought of all the names available, it became utterly overwhelming!
“What we need, Amelia, is a list!” George declared.
“What we need are suggestions!” Amelia said. “For boys names and for girls names.”
They decided right then to ask Patricia to pass along their humble request… Perhaps they could settle upon a short list of names they liked that way.
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