The other day I took the boys to Apex to swim….btw, Apex has a fantastic swimming pool, if you’ve never seen it nor swam in it. Anyway, there was a Mom there with her kids, and she was calling for one of her boys across the pool. His name? Marco. Seriously. At that moment, I had to make a quick decision. Do I launch into typical smart-ass comedian mode and yell “Polo?” Or do I swallow my comic tendencies and avoid the confrontation? Ultimately, my fatherly instincts overtook my comedy leanings and I didn’t say anything. But I yelled “Polo” several times in my head. And my head thought it was damn funny.