Guuuuuup

Years ago, it started something like this...

B: Let's have a baby now.

K: No.

B: I can't wait -- he'll be so cute. We can name him Sanjay Gupta Below, and he'll play football and people can call him Gup. He'll make a sweet tackle, and people will yell 'Guuuuuup'. It'll be awesome.

K: Where do you get Sanjay Gupta from?

B: You know, Dr. Sanjay Gupta.

K: I know. And no, that's stupid.

B: Come on, it'll be so awesome.

K: No. First of all, you cannot name your child after a doctor on CNN. It's weird. Second, Gupta is a last name. It's not a first or middle name.

B: Um, haven't you seen the Terminal? The janitor's name is Gupta.

K: That's a movie.

B: Guuuuuup.

K: No. This is really not happening. Please stop.

B: Guuuuuup.

And so this conversation repeated itself for the next four years. Anyone who has spent more than five minutes with us has heard it. He's broken into "Sanjay's mom has got it going on" many times. Amy offered to name her dog Gupta so that the name would be "taken", but quickly abandoned the idea after realizing that calling after a dog named Gupta in Jackson Heights won't bode well with the Indians whose neighborhood she's gentrifying.

Then we had a girl and Brett was quiet for awhile.

But then, Nandita planned to hear the real Dr. Sanjay Gupta speak at a CARE benefit this week. I had to ask the favor of an autograph for Brett (which she shamelessly stalked him for, thanks girl). Amused by our story and covering up how weird he must think Brett is, he happily wrote his admirer a little note. His wife added that she hears "Guuuup" quite often, validating the football name and revitalizing Brett's will to create a baby boy Sanjay.