Amidst the very elegant and beautiful names of his contemporaries, many of which end with “an” or “en” (think Aidan, Ethan, Megan), his ends with a hard consonant.
Apart from old, old men with the name, I know no little boys named David. Not in Singapore anyway.
So it was with great pleasure when I found out that an old friend had named her baby David.
And the two Davids derived great joy from each other.
My Day was enthralled with sweet-smelling baby David, now five months old, with the thunder thighs (another one!), multiple chins and fuzzy head.
He kept running into the baby room to peer into the baby’s cot, depriving the baby of his noontime nap, and Zhimin very kindly let him bottle-feed her baby.
* Zhimin, David and David
We chucked the boys together as we caught up with our lives, and Day did a marvelous job of entertaining David with finger puppets.
In response to yet another question about whether I will have #4 since my #1 seems to want to get his hands on baby fat, Day replies: No. I only like babies if they are cute and Mummy’s may not be cute.
* Small cute head