Last night at our dinner friends shared tidbits about Lincoln they had learned on public radio and such. One was talking about how people are not sure Lincoln's father was really his own. There were jokes of adultry and virgin births. Somehow a joke came up that Bryce was not the father of the child. My reply, "I'm carrying a little Lincoln." It was a funny to those there but held little meaning, but for Bryce and I who have chosen Lincoln (but told hardly anyone) as our child's name if we have a boy it was great fun.
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