I never imagined that my two-year-old toddler might have a say in the name of his sister. My husband and I can’t decide between the names Livia and Sofia, both of which we like. I’m leaning more towards Sofia; my husband prefers Livia (he says it’s more original and less common — he’s probably right yet I still think Sofia is a beautiful name). But yet when I ask Mr. Big Eyes which name he prefers, he has very strong opinions. “Luca wants Sofia,” he quips. “Luca likes Sofia.” When I told him that I was leaning towards the name Livia, he would hear nothing of it. “Sofia,” he insists. “Mamma. It’s Sofia.”

What if we choose “Livia” and put it on all the legal documents, and then come home and have him refuse to call his sister as she has been named? I guess it wouldn’t be the first time it has happened. I just never imagined it would be such a battle. My husband says I have brain-washed my child into voting for the name that I prefer. But, I swear, despite all the nonsensical and manipulating episodes of “Lost” that I have watched over the past month, I have done nothing of the sort.

We’ve decided we have to see the face of the little one on Monday in order to decide. But, frankly, I have a feeling the name won’t fully be decided until brother meets sister (on Tuesday) for the final verdict.