....names ...whatever happens to be in their alphabet soup.”
I know of a case in which an “inner city” mother, having just given birth in a big city hospital ward, heard the medical staff discussing “the meconium,” and, inspired by the bold, fresh, multisyllabic sound, decided on the spot to name the boy “Meconium.”
Oh, my. His nicknames...
I knew of one who was in serious labor pains and had no idea who the baby daddy was. Named the kid Serious Curious.
Then there was the mama who demanded service and named her kid Service.
Another kicked his mama’s tummy so much he was named Bronco Billy. Yep, right there on the BC.