My parents were going to name me Heather, but then I was a boy.

When my son was born, I suggested the name Percy to his mother. She was like “Oh, I really really like that!” I was like “Good, then if we have another boy, we can name him Timothy, after your father.” She was like “Aww, that’s so sweet! I know you and my dad get along really well! I like that too! What if we have girls?”

I said “We’ll name them Sage and Rosemary. Then we’ll have Percy, Sage, Rosemary and Tim.”

My son’s name is NOT Percy.

Jack

As an actual name by itself, not the typical John and then using Jack as a nickname for it.

My father wanted to name me Inigo. Unfortunately he passed shortly before my birth. On an unrelated note, do any of you have 6 fingers?

Not me, but for my older brother, my mom was considering the name Chad.

I wonder how that would have worked out, with the memes and all.

I was too young to remember.

Jeremiah (was a bullfrog)

My narcissist father never had any choice for his first (and only) son other than to name me after himself.

“I know I’m a con-man of a used car salesman wannabe-Yuppie, but I think I’m so fucking special that I need to create a legacy with my name.”

Who the fuck thinks like that?

My parents bet on my and my sisters sex and whoever won got to choose. My father won both rounds or I would have been called Imre and my sister Inken

My uncle wanted my parents to name me Maurice, from The Joker (The Steve Miller Band song, not the over done Batman character).

Andy, but they decided against it at the last minute. However, my dad’s brother and his pregnant wife really liked the name, and a few months later my cousin Andy was born.

My older sister was supposed to get my name, but she was a she. It would have been fairly unique at her age. I came along five years later and got it at the height of its popularity, as a result there were three of us in my grade six class.