Why People Should Not Let Children Under the Age of Seven Name Their Pets

I named my gold fish Fluffy. I named my mom's parakeet Blow Fish. I named my turtle Mr. Buttercup. I named my vicious ferret Snuggles. I named the skunk that got stuck under the porch Perfume because he smelled funny. He then sprayed me and I spent the next week taking tomato baths. But the all time funniest memory I have of trying to name a pet went something like this.

I was about four and my parents let me get a kitten from the shelter. He was this gorgeous little white ball of fluff with big blue eyes but he smelled horrible. We were in the car, my mom was driving, my dad was in the front seat and I was playing with the kitten in the back. We were trying to pick names. Our conversation went something like this.

Mom: How about Fluffy?
Me: Nooooo, mom, he's a boy!
Dad: What about Prince?
Mom: He's not a German Sherpard, Joe. We're not getting a dog. Let it go.
Me: He's my little pussy cat. Who's my little pussy cat? Mommy, he smells bad. How about Smelly Pussy?
Mom: *car swerves violently* WHAT?! NO!
Dad: *snickers*
Me: (probably whining) He smells bad, why not?
Mom: Because I said so. Joe, it is not funny!
Dad: *snickers louder*
Me: (most likely whining) Fine. How about Pretty Pussy??
Dad: *cracks up*
Mom: Megan-Ann, nothing with pussy in it! We are not naming him pussy! Joseph, it is not funny! Stop laughing!
Dad: *laughs harder*
Me: *looks confused*

We wound up naming him Boots. I never understood why my mom was so against naming him Pussy. The things you learn when you get older...