I am reminded of a bit from the movie “the sure thing” circa 1985
Lady in Car: What are you gonna name it?
Alison Bradbury: What?
Lady in Car: The baby.
Alison Bradbury: Well, if it’s a girl, Cynthia, and if it’s a boy, Elliot.
Lady in Car: Those are lovely names.
Walter (Gib) Gibson: Elliot? You’re gonna name the kid Elliot? No, you can’t name the kid Elliot. Elliot is a fat kid with glasses who eats paste. You’re not gonna name the kid Elliot. You gotta give him a real name. Give him a name! Like Nick.
Alison Bradbury: Nick?
Walter (Gib) Gibson: Yeah, Nick! Nick’s the kinda guy you can trust. Nick’s your buddy. Nick’s the kinda guy you drink beers with. The kinda guy that doesn’t care if you puke in his car. Nick!
all i’m saying is that unless you are demi moore & bruce willis or some other godzillionaire, its hard for a kid to pull off one of these names. think of the look on great aunt helen’s face when you tell her the kids name is wolfgang…nuff said