I crack myself up

I go over to friend's house Friday afternoon. She happens to have a 4 year-old son and another baby of unidentified sex on the way. I managed to convince the 4 year-old that, if the baby happens to be a girl, she should have the name Cinnamon (cute, no?). He was skeptical at first but I persisted with my winning arguments (no, dude, its cool). He also added the brilliant plan that if, for some unknown and unexpected reason a Y chromasome ended up in the genes he should be 'Dinnamon'. Brilliant. Why didn't I think of that? Too bad he doesn't have more sway with his parents.