Once the decision to adopt Mikey was made, I figured I had better break the news to his new 17 year old brother Charles. After all, he was the one who was going to get stuck sharing his room with the little squirt. So one evening I took Charles out to dinner to try and soften the blow. He was not surprised at our decison but had one request. He told me "You have to change his name, he doesn't look like an Andrew!", which is the name his natural parents had given him. I asked him if he had any suggestions. Charles said "Yep, Mikey." I had to laugh, unbeknownst to Charles, the night before his father and I had decided the same thing and had picked out the name Mikey! Some things are just meant to be.