Sometimes I really don't help myself

I'd like to say it wasn't my fault, and that a series of events conspired against me, but the truth is that I allowed a certain phrase to escape from my mouth and now I am dealing with the repercussions.
This story unfolded on Sunday evening, a couple of hours after I posted in this blogsphere. And the collection of unfortunate occurrences that led to my mis-phrasing were these: Our sons unexpectedly both settled down to sleep very early (despite being told that his bedtime was looser because it was half-term, Mathew hit the hay pretty enthusiastically). (I'm blaming GMT for that one - the extra hour the night before had buggered his sleep a little and he hadn't adjusted to the clock change.) My wife decided to join me in a glass of wine or two and join me on the sofa where I was watching a game between the Cowboys and Broncos. Normally she would be in bed early on a Sunday as Monday morning at the surgery is so busy, but she had booked the week off to spend time with the boys and so was happy to sit with her hubby and chat and giggle while quaffing some Pinot Noir. It was really lovely, I have to say, and that made me get all relaxed and loved-up and led me to let my guard down a little. She gave me a nice hand massage (something new she has decided to add to her rapidly-growing repertoire of therapies) and I explained a few of the weirder rules that new NFL viewers can easily get confused by. It was such a gorgeous evening together, and something that we so rarely get these days. But then IT happened... and IT was THIS: Without thinking what I was saying, while explaining the bizarre fact that there is one player who has won more Super Bowls personally than the most successful franchise has, I stupidly uttered the phrase, "If I ever had another son, I might call him Tom Brady Chesworth." I didn't really realise what I had done, I didn't even think about an attempt to rescue myself, and there wasn't any kind of rection from Philippa beyond a smile and a sip of her alcohol. But then first thing Monday morning, when I was about to leave for work, I suddenly heard this phrase from my beloved:
"So, is the idea of a third child back on the table again, then?"

RC 28-10-25