Addendum to "A Rose..."

Reflecting a bit more on this rejection of names thing from my parents and their siblings, I wonder if perhaps it didn't just skip a generation.

When Chris was 2 1/2 or so, I went to tuck him into bed.

Me:  Good night, Chris.
Chris:  My name is not Chris.
Me:  Okay, sorry.  Good night Christopher.
Chris:  My name is Robert, but you can call me Bob.

I have NO clue where that came from.

Not to be outdone, I had the following phone conversation with Brad's teacher in 5th grade.

Teacher:  Is Bradley changing his name?
Me:  If he is, I haven't heard anything about it.
Teacher:   He is insisting we call him Ed Johnson.

Insanity:  we catch it from our children.