(My spouse and I are having our first child in a matter of weeks. Ultrasounds show that it is most likely going to be a girl.)
Mother: “What baby names have you picked out?”
(My spouse speaks Russian, and the due date is around our nation’s Thanksgiving holiday, so I decide to Google “thankful” in Russian just to see how badly it sounds phonetically in English. I am texting both my mother and spouse about it.)
Me: “Let’s name the baby Blagodarnyy. It’s a name full of gratitude. If it’s a girl it has to be Blagodarnaya.”
(After I don’t get an immediate response, I add some flavor for plausibility.)
Me: “Anaya for short.”
Mother: “Okie dokie, then. Russian? I like the Anaya. No Celtic names? With a surname like yours—”
Me: “I’m kidding, Mom.”
Mother: “Oh, for crying out loud! I was trying so hard to be a good mom and mind my own business, but Dad said, ‘That poor child.’ It had ‘blaggard’ and ‘darn ya’ all in one name. Good grief!”