Talking Poop with Peyton

I do not like the name of this "blog" and would normally boycott any blog period and especially any blog named Peyton's Place. It seems to me to be a very obvious choice for a blog name for a daughter named Peyton. Kristy convinced me to come up here to the typewriter machine and write something clever, though, after feeding me alcohol, which numbs me to the pain of my first ever experience with a "blog." Next I'll be tweeting about my feelings.

To the point of my current angst, however, I think that Peyton deserves a blog name more befitting a person of her surly lineage. Something edgier. Something dangerous. Which is exactly what I think she would recommend for her blog name if she weren't currently rendered incapable of speaking while suspended in a giant mass of amniotic fluid. So I suggested "PWA: Peyton wit' Attitude." Try again. What about "Enjoy My Blog or I'll Kill You"? Nope. "Go to Hell!"? Absolutely not.

Kristy cited Google decency policies and the fact that this is the blog for our baby daughter. Our baby daughter indeed.

And that's why, upon reflection, the name of this blog site should include in its title a very baby-like and humorous word -- poop. Over dinner tonight with the Grandparents Richardson, Grandpa wholeheartedly agreed. We arrived at many acceptable titles, some of which even incorporated Kristy's tired theme of "Peyton's Place." Grandpa and I thought of the following titles that all seemed to us to be better and funnier: Peyton's Poop Place, Peyton's Poop Palace, Princess Peyton's House of Poop, Peyton's Poo: Electric Boogaloo, Poopin' with Peyton, Talking Poop with Peyton, Poop Talk, Have a Poop with Peyton, Poop on tha' Police, Peyton's Pink Poop, Come Poop with Me, Pretty Princess Peyton's Palace of Green Poop and Pee, Read Peyton's Blog or I'll Shank You with a Poop Shiv, etc.

Although all of the above are better than Peyton's Place, skiddishness and opposition to anything funny or X-treme won out. And here we are. With the lamest title ever.