3 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

This is the third letter in a row I’ve written you that simply tells about some of the accidentally hilarious things you have said here recently.

It’s easy material for me, I have to be honest. I’m not making this stuff up… youare.

I mean, you’re asking good questions. In fact, I probably asked my dad similar questions when I was three.

At some point, someone had to set me straight on these facts. For you, this is beginning to be that point.

A few days ago on the drive home from school, you asked, “Daddy, does my name have a ’5′ in it?”

I explained to you that our names have letters in them, but not numbers.

So you immediately followed up with, “Daddy, what about ’1′? Does my name have a ’1″ in it?”

The first thing that came to mind was Star Wars characters, like C-3PO and R2-D2.

It wasn’t until this morning when you and I were playing in your bedroom with trains that I discovered what might have led to your confusion about numbers in our names.

You pressed the button on top of your talking Gordon train:

“I’m Gordon… I’m the Number 4 blue engine!”

Got it. Makes sense now.

Still though, I think you’re secretly hoping that you’re going to meet somone with a number in their name. I’m not saying it’s completely impossible.

Between some of the off-the-wall names I’ve been hearing parents name their kids (I won’t use examples, as to not come across as judgmental) and Russians (who use what looks like a 3 and a 4 as letters in their alphabet), you may one day meet someone with a number in their name.

For now, we can pretend your name has a number in it, if you want to.

Your “number name” is J5CK.

 

Love,

Daddy