“My ex simply refuesd to allow my son to be a III.
I still resent that.”
Yeah gotta go with your ex on that...I’m a III and my dad was rooting for naming my son the IV. I told him that unless we’re monarchs of some rich kingdom I don’t know about, there won’t be a IV.
;)
YMMV
It’s a sore subject with me.
I’m with you Slapshot.
I’m a III and my son could have been a IV. To name our son, we reversed my first and middle names.
I kind of felt the same way when my son was born, but my mother really wanted a "IV," so we compromised by giving him the nickname "Bud," which is about as down-to-earth as I could think of. It also happens to be the name of a close, beloved family friend.
To say nothing of the fact that until he’s reached the age of reason, the boy will have zero idea what those letters are or mean.
My little brother is a III. When he turned four, he insisted on being referred to as the Fourth. Took him a year to shake that delusion.
My dad had a pompous and obnoxious older brother named Robert Eugene ___. His oldest son, who did become a very successful contractor, was named Robert Eugene ___ II. His other two sons got everyday forgettable names. By golly, there is now a Robert Eugene ___ V! I don’t even have a son to carry on my part of the ___ dynasty though.
“...my dad was rooting for naming my son the IV...”
One of the problems you get with “IV” at the end of your name is the nick “drip.”
A little medical humor there...
Sorry.
We named one son “IV” and darn it he is set on naming his son “V” Give me a break!
I shall appeal to my future dil.
That reminds me of a little boy I met years ago (gosh, I guess he’s all grown up now...YIKES). Anyway, he was a V, and upon being indroduced to me, he politely stuck out his hand and said, “Pleased to meet you, Miss. What is YOUR number?”
He seemed shocked to learn that I had no number. While he said nothing, the look on his face was clearly casting aspersions as to the competency of my parents. He obviously thought they had fallen down on the job.
Regards,