My daughter cracks me up.  She was telling me today that she has a classmate whose mother is pregnant, and the family has been trying to come up with names.  Well, she and her friends joined in the fun and promoted two names for consideration: Noah, if it’s a boy, and May Bea if it’s a girl.  I know, those names are a bit unusual, and not the sort of thing seventh-grade girls usually recommend, but in this case, there was a specific reason: the classmate’s name is Yesa.  I’m pulling for Noah myself.