He works cheap....usually for food...lol. Seriously though, I wouldn't recommend giving him full naming privileges though. His grandma did once with her new puppy and ended up with a dog named PookieKins Angelface
. Goodness only knows what sort of monikers he'd stick your poor animals with.........
I guess maybe it's his way of getting revenge for being named after a Duck in a cartoon strip (Wade from Garfield) and being raised by a person who modeled their parenting style from the dad in Calvin and Hobbs.
Oh, the explanations I used to give my kids for things. The best one was my method of controlling my daughter at WalMart. I had her convinced that their was a "bad kid" room behind the customer service desk (we saw an employee take their child who happened to be throwing a fit through the door one day). That if kids were too bad in the store, I told her, the employees could confiscate them and hold them in that room till their parents were finished shopping, at which point they could be bailed out. However, if they went to the bad kid room 3 times, they became property of WalMart and were sent in the tractor trailers (the trailers with the holes in them) to the secret training facility to be made into checkout people, which is why those people were so unhappy and mean all the time (They were slaves after all). If she started having a fit, all I had to do was point at an employee (the red smock made that very easy) and say, "You know...they are watching you. If I were you, I'd calm down: you know I can't stop them from putting you in the bad kid room". Man, she would snap into line instantly.
My daughter bought it hook-line-and sinker and things were going great till she decided it was her civic duty to warn her kindergarten classmates about the dangers of WalMart.
Her teacher didn't find it very amusing.