I am human after all

Well. It happened. It was a couple of months ago but it happened.

I did something that my mother and father did to my brothers and me when I was younger but what I did was so much worse.

Around the sixth month of Susan’s pregnancy, we came up with the name Lincoln. It was a name we had been sitting on for a couple of years.

Little did I know that I would be working alongside a pup named Langston at the PCN. So naturally, when rubbing Susan’s baby-belly I said to my then unborn son,” How are you doing Langston?” Oh no.

Susan let me have it and to this day I try not to call the dog Lincoln or my...