Like a Steel Trap

such is the mind of my brother. Yesterday we were discussing baby names and I was running a few things past him to get his opinion. This was a long and rather protracted discussion where he gave a significant amount of input and also divulged his own preferences should he have children. This went off on a tangent about adoption vs. sympathetic surrogates and came back full circle to the name topic. at which point I asked him not to mention any of the names we had discussed. Specifically not to tell my mother as I was not really ready for her input as i was still formulating ideas. Brother Platypus responds "Don't worry, I don't even remember what they were. Was that important? Should I have written it down"

Seriously, the man could be a spy. If he were ever captured, they'd never have to worry about him revealing the master plan. I'm surprised he gets home at night.