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L and I were discussing baby names the other day. I am most certainly NOT preggos, but it’s a fun (“fun” is a loosely defined term in my world ) game that we’ve been playing together for years now.

Here’s how it usually goes. I share my favorite names of the moment. Then he vetoes some or likes others. We usually agree on girls’ names. The first girl’s name we agreed on was Audrey. I have since moved on, but I will always love that name.
The most amusing part of this process is when he exercises his veto power. Here’s a true story.
Me: What do you think about Insert Girl’s Name Here?
Him: Hmmm, I don’t think so.
Not satisfied with his half-assed answer, I prodded him a bit more.
Me: Why don’t you like that name? What’s wrong with it?
Him: There’s nothing wrong with it. I would just never name our kid that.
Then I started to wonder, why was he so insistent that we not name our daughter this?!
After a little more questioning, I got my answer.
Him: Ok, fine. I once knew this girl named Insert Girl’s Name Here. During class she would pick her nose, and save her boogers under her desk. Everyone knew of her habit and talked about it frequently on the play yard. The consensus was that she was saving them to make booger stew. (Apparently the word on the playground was that she had been seen eating them on several occasions.)
I can’t knowingly give our kid the same name as an infamous snot collector, now can I? People often name their children after important people, family members, positive role models, etc. But do you associate certain names with not-so-stellar people? To the point where you’d avoid using that name altogether? I have a short list of some people from my past that kinda ruined perfectly good names for me. I know it’s silly, but come on, it happens!