On Saturday night, as Brian enjoyed the cool breezes of Santa Monica, Scotty and I stole out for a little shopping. Nordstrom's was having their semi-annual clearance for women and children, and Scotty and I (mostly me) felt the urge to fight the crowds for a good boot special (or two).
As we wandered through the racks of clothing, several people stopped and commented on Scotty. They all said similar things - "What a cute boy!" "What a big kid!" and "Oh, hey there, handsome!" They all ended their statements the same way, too: "What's your name?"
And without missing a beat or even blinking, Scotty told each person solemnly, "Simba."
I smiled meekly and muttered, "We're in a Lion King phase right now."