Last night I was giving Sennet a bath, and out of the blue I asked him if his turtle had a name. Not sure why I even asked the question, he’s never indicated any of his toys as having names, except where they came with them – such as Elmo.

Sennet stopped playing and stared to the side and said, “Um… um… Paul.”

Paul. The turtle.

So be it.

EDIT:
My mom just reminded me of this from my own childhood… her words:
“When you were about four, a slender jet-black kitty showed up at our back door and made himself at home. Of course I gave him something to eat and you loved him. I said we have to name him something if stays with our family and you said “His name is Peter.” I said “… um, Peter, are you sure you don’t want to name him something else?” and again you said “His name is Peter.” So Peter it was.”