A friend of mine tells the story that, as a youth, he had an Uncle Dick and a Cousin Dick, who were known as big Dick and little Dick. He swears this is truth.
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My grandfather, my father, and I. Three generations of Kent Clark.
When I was young my grandfather was Mr. Clark, my father was Big Kent, and I was Little Kent. Or sometimes Kent Jr., Kent the Third, Young Kent, Master Kent, or Kenny.
After my grandfather died and there were just my father and me, I wanted to be Kent Jr. to my father’s Kent Sr. My father rather liked being called Big Kent, though, so we ended up with Big Kent and Young Kent.
A very proper auntie, noticing the quantities of Richards at a family gathering, remarked with a straight face, “There sure are a lot of Dicks here.”
I don’t recall situations where I encountered similarly-named folks distinguished by adjectives. However teachers at one small technical school included a white Mr Black and a black Mr White. Both were commonly addressed as “SIR!”
Why are you so sure of this? Have you ever been told by anyone that you should call somebody by a nickname like Big Elmo or Little Elmo?
I knew a guy whose name was Dick Head.
Here’s a tip to people whose last name is Head; if you have a child, don’t name him Richard. Your attempts to call him Rich or Rick will fail.
I knew a Richard Head growing up. He avoided most of that as he happened to be home schooled. He was also a rather nice guy, so as adults no one really had a reason to call him a Dick.
Though I do agree parents should consider if their kids’ name can be made into a low-effort shitty nickname. On the other hand, my name sounds a lot like a negative English word (just one consonant difference), but no one ever called me that growing up.
Just an example of what extreme some people may say in a misguided (IMHO) attempt at PC. Once, I worked with a guy whose self proclaimed nickname was Gush (rhymes with whoosh), short for his surname Gushiken. I made a joke that I would start calling him Chawan gushi (a take on Chawan mushi, Japanese egg custard). My manager and a salesrep who just came back from harassment training said that would be considered harassment. :smack:
BTW, is there a Big Nemo and Littler Nemo? 
I wonder how long before someone insists Tiny Tim be referred to Less Than Average Sized (Whatever That Means) Tim and The Special Olympics to* Not The Official Olympics For Those Who Are Intellectually Challenged*?
For those how don’t get it, IT’S A SARCASTIC JOKE FOLKS!
No, it isn’t an example. An example is something that happened.
I’m the only Nemo on the board. So, by definition, I’m the Little Nemo, the Big Nemo, and all the Nemos in between.
Very funny there!
Come on down to Dumptruck, Ark. I’ll take you to a diner ran by Big Wanda. The chief cook and bottle washer is Lil’Wanda. Who is neither smaller than Big Wanda or a female. I’m embarassed for them. But dang those bisquits and gravy are good! (:))
What is wrong with you?
I once met a guy named Dick Pounder.
And then there was a woman named Astrida Penis (pronounced exactly like Astride a Penis).
I knew a fellow named Terry Hurd. His obvious nickname was Hairy Turd. BAD parents!
I actually knew a “Big Steve”. He got the nickname at work where there was a “little Steve” as well. In a humorous note, “Little Steve” was six foot, four inches. (Big Steve was six ft., seven.)
I also once knew a “Harry Chin”.
But to the OP’s question. If they’re cool with it…
You seem so certain of this, but I can’t for the life of me figure out where you got such a stupid idea.
Real life example of my manager correcting me for a childish name calling joke:
I was at a convention years ago and on the list of delegates was “HUNT, Michael”.
If there are two known as “Elmo” in the group and one is white, the other is black, what’s wrong with “white Elmo” and “black Elmo”?
Bob’s Burgers has Regular-sized Rudy, to distinguish him from Pocket-sized Rudy.
I have a very common first name. At school, me and my two best friends, who also had the same first name, were all called by our last names.
But later on, when I was sharing a house with another with the same first name, we were Young Elmo and Big Elmo. Because those names were sufficiently descriptive, and his little brother didn’t think we would appreciate being called “Old Elmo” or “Small Elmo”