Although I wish that there was some amazing story to tell, maybe involving elves with gas, there just isn't.
Daughter (J Girl, age 3) loves to read a series of books, that happen to have a name very similar to this blog. During one of these readings, which usually involves me reading while she runs around like a banshee hardly listening, son ( J Boy, age 1) enters with a load in his diaper, and out came Stinky John Jones.
The name stuck, and has involved many moments where strangers inevitably ask J Girl for her brothers name, which she promptly responds "Stinky John Jones"! Some look to me for approval, and the best times are when I just nod with a look like, "What? You have a problem with my son's name!"
This can, at times, backfire.....like when you are at the local fair, and during a conversation with a police officer regarding identification kits for the kids, the officer asks for their names, and J Girl quickly says, "His name is Stinky John Jones"!