Find mud. Insert boys.
A few days ago, Zion announced that he no longer wanted to be called by his initials. Since he was very small, he's been Z.B. Two nights ago, he crawled up in my lap for prayer, and I asked him "what's the deal? What's wrong with Z.B.?"
He scrunched up his nose to express his distaste and said "I just don't like it."
I asked him when he started to not like it, because he's never mentioned it up until now. He sort of rolled his eyes and said "I've never liked it. I've just been too busy to say anything."
Too busy for nearly six years. Ok, Zion it is. It's really not a bad name to go with. :)