What's in a name?

Kids are so funny because when they are really young, an adult (especially a parent) is the absolute authority on just about everything. It's crazy because Jam will ask me questions and he doesn't question my prompt answers because he assumes that I know what I am talking about. I love that! Lately he is fascinated with people's names. When we go to the park, he asks me "what's her name?" This is fairly easy to answer because the two of us (actually three, Mudd is usually in tow) will walk over to said girl and ask for her name. But now this name game has been coming up all over the place. We will be walking down the street and Jam will peer out of his stroller and point at someone across the street and down the block and say "what's his name?" Since I can't really find out, I used to say "I'm not sure." But Jam didn't like that answer. "C'mon, Mommy, tell me" he would plead. I hate to disappoint. So, I said "Jim," I have no idea why. It was just the first name that I thought of. You're probably shaking your head with disapproval. I know, I know, it's never a good idea to lie to a child. But so what if Jam thinks man walking dog #1 is named Jim, and woman shopping for groceries #2 is named Sally? They are extras in this movie we call life and it's high time somebody gave them names.