So we ask Sada, if we had a baby and it was a boy – what should be name it?
Sada says: How about Woody or Bullseye?
How about a girl (baby sister)?
Sada says: Flowerhead?
Clearly there is a reason 5 year olds cannot have kids.
Right about now you’re thinking – is there a mini-peedo somewhere? No, it’s purely what I call ‘crazy talk’ like 'will you do Kona?’ or ‘can we have the 22 year old Swedish nanny?’ (22, so she can of course go get Greta wine from the store) or ‘when are you going to be done with triathlon?’ or ‘can I get you another bottle'?’. Crazy talk.
Sada ran a half mile last night in sandals, pulling a rolling suitcase without stopping. It was awesome. She didn’t even ask for a gel or flat Coke.
If you’re super interested in seeing pretty much the cutest flower girls and matron of honor, you can visit here.
BTW – I should probably think of some good names – so feel free to submit some ideas.
Sada is an old family name (that’s her on the left) and Piper is an old name Greta thought of while we were driving down the road like 4 years ago.
I’m thinking Macca.