Romantic exchange of the evening:

Me: Josh, if I died in childbirth, what would you name our child?
Josh: Sonya.
Me: Wouldn't that be creepy?
Josh: Only if she started to look like you.
Me: You can't just change your mind when she's, like, 5.
Josh: I guess I'll just name her "junior" then...and call her J.R.

Hmmmmm.