Hahaha. We knew half of ours. We were asked by physicians (two residents and one ob) what we were going to name one of ours upon delivery. We didn’t have a name chosen yet. The Filipina nurse emphatically stated, “His name is _____.” And so it is, though we don’t call him _______. Lol.
We don’t call some of our children by their names, either. Allen is Patrick. Jonathan is Frank. Sabina “Don’t call me Sabrina!” is Sally. But James is James. My mother addresses cards to him as “James call me James,” because she wanted to call him Jim but he didn’t go for it. And William went from Billy to Bill to William, but I still call him Bill.
We were harassed unmercifully by relatives about names, so we finally came up with the ultimate interrogation stopper:
“It will be a Biblical name”?
-—”So tell us!!”
“If it’s a boy he’ll be Judas Jeroboam and a if it’s a girl she’ll be Rahab Jezebel.”
That shut ‘um up.