My Heathen Child

I stopped by our local Eckerd drugstore yesterday to give them a prescription for some anti-rash cream prescribed by our pediatrician. Though his writing is not as bad as that of many MDs, the tail on his "r" was longer than usual. The girl behind the counter asked me "and do you have Heathen's health insurance card with you?" It took me a while to figure out what she was talking about.

I may be from the godless blue state of California, but really, I'm not about to name my child Heathen.