Not Quite Deuteronomy, But Close

Maybe there’s a very good cosmic reason that Ryan and I aren’t parents yet.

Ryan sent me this picture:

At which point, the following conversation transpired.

ME: His middle name was Tecumseh?

HIM: William Tecumseh Sherman!

ME: What kind of name is Tecumseh?

HIM: THE NAME OF OUR FIRSTBORN. How can you argue with a name like Tecumseh?

ME: [silence]

HIM: The correct answer is: YOU CAN’T.