Meet the fetus!

I can't say I was to excited when I was told that we had to come and clean out the basement of my in-laws. They were looking to rid themselves of things that belonged to their children...which meant that it was coming home with us! To me, it all looked like junk. Toy cars, model sets, chemistry crap, batteries, broken god-knows-what (reminds me of growing up with my 2 brothers). No one liked my idea of just chucking it all, so I was forced to go through it. There was a silver lining, though:

I found a fetus.

A human fetus. Okay, it's plastic, but it's still a fetus. If memory severs him correctly, Mr. Sass was given it (he probably stole it) in some class that had an abortion demonstration (maybe demonstration isn't the right word.......). A sensitive topic no doubt, but I'm going to find some entertainment in it. I took this poor naked fetus under my care. I want you to meet him:

Yes, it's a boy. It's anatomically correct:

He will be with me where ever I go now. Currently he's sleeping in my pocket, but he usually likes the warm comfort of my purse. If you run into me, I can introduce you. Hella may remember what Mr. Sass used to do with it and some unsuspecting girls....but, it just may be even too crass for me to say. Although, I did get quite the laugh thinking of what I could do at the cookie doctor. Okay, Okay...I'm waaaay off topic! I really do have a point to this madness.

I think the fetus needs a name. It would probably be upsetting to some if I asked them if they wanted to meet 'fetus'...so how about it?

Give me some ideas for names for the fetus so we can name this little guy.

Yes, I have a sick sense of humor. I know it.
I hope I don't offend.