Mark was wandering through SoHo in London. He absolutely loved being a tourist especially around cafés and markets. Out of nowhere, his phone rang. It was his mom calling from Glasgow. “Hi Mark, guess what? You know, I have been having pregnancy issues and you know I have just been trying for the past 10 years of getting another baby. Well I have probably already given the news away but I am finally pregnant. It is a boy, and you are going to name him”. Mark was surprised, exited, happy, overwhelmed and overall glad that she told him that. He always wanted a little brother that he can play with, go to the movies with, or go on rollercoasters and so on.
He thought of a name for the boy. A name that means something. Not something simple like bob, john or even Garry. No, it has to mean something. He finally thought of something way out of the box. Something no one has ever thought of. Something cool. Something macho. He said to his mom “His name is Maverick”. His mother asked why. He answered, “Because maverick means that he is different to all the other people. He doesn’t want to be like the others. He is “crazy” and does some stupid things from time to time, but that is what being a maverick means”. His mother said good for it. Mark jumped in happiness. He did a cartwheel. He went in the nearest baby shop and bought £1000 worth of baby toys and baby clothes. He had a thought that if he has to name the baby then he was the one taking care of it.
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