Today, my boys spent the morning with Grandma Wendell while I went to the doctor. Afterwards, when the boys were playing at home, Jericho called Ransom, "Herkimer." Recalling this name from my youth, I asked if Grandma had called him "Herkimer" today. When Jericho answered, "No," I jokingly asked if he thought it would be a good name for the new baby. Jericho looked at me like I was crazy (which I expected for suggesting such a silly name.) His reply however, "No, a 'Herkimer' is something you eat!" Didn't see that one coming.