"This is my son,
Alister; we call him
Alis." [pronounced like "
Alice"]
You say: Oh,
Alister! That's such a handsome name.
You think:
Alis? Where's the white rabbit?
(ALSO, what other full name would you suggest for the NN Alis/Alice/other spelling?)I don't know.
"This is my son,
Auberon."
You say: Um...nice to meet you. You're the first
Auberon I've met.
You think: That child will never marry. And will live in his mommy's basement. And will never reach first base.
"This is my son,
Rose."
You say: Well...women do love roses
You think: Well...the kid does look a little like a girl
"This is my daughter,
Kestrel."
You say: Like the falcons? They're such majestic birds - it sure fits your daughter well.
You think: What cruel irony - the girl has a beak-nose!
"This is my son,
Patrick; we call him
Pax."
You say:
Pax, like peace, right?
You think: What's wrong with
Pat? Anything?
"This is my son,
Augustin." [pronounced o-goos-TEN]
You say: Pleasure to meet you...O...goos...TEN
You think: o-GOOS-ten. Bwahaha, GOOSE! Honk honk! Or do they quack?
"This is my son, Rémy." [pronounced ray-MEE]
You say: Oh...well, I'm
Aimee. So we rhyme. Kinda.
You think: That poor child.
"This is my daughter,
Isobel; we call her Iso." [pronounced IZ-oh]
You say:
Isobel! Such an adorable name.
You think: Iso? WTF?
"This is my son,
Garnet."
You say: What a precious gem he is! Haha, get it? Get it? No?
You think: That brat is as precious as a pile of dog crap.
"This is my son,
Clare."
You say: Is it a family name?
You think: This is your son, Mr. Identity Crisis.
"This is my daughter,
Agathe." [pronounced ah-GAH-teh]
You say: How...traditional.
You think: How...nauseating.