My little girl came up to me today with an intent expression on her face and said: “Daddy, why did you name me Angel?”
I sat her on my knee and explained to her: “Listen sweetie-pie, my policy as a father has always been to give my children names that reflect how i feel about them.”
She beamed at me.
“Now take the prodding stick down to the cellar and check if Accident and Fleshwaste are still alive.”