When you name your children you look for something personable and different so that they will not be the 100th child named John in their class. At least that was the way it was for us when we named Zorro.
Zorro's name was different from anything we had ever heard and it fits (even if he does want to be called "Reilly" because it sound so much cooler.) for him. Now I had never heard Zorros name before in my life. For the first 5 and 1/2 years of his life I had never heard of another child with the same name. Until now.
Zorro had his first tball game last week. It was a long day of parades, pictures and games. While we were cheering on his team as they were marching by we heard a woman say "Zorro, come here!" Naturally we were concerned why a stranger would be yelling at our son. She wasn't, she was talking to her little boy with the same name.
Then at the game Zorro was up to bat. His father and I were cheering him on and shouting out encouragements "Go Zorro! Hit the ball Zorro." Now the other team was yelling at their first baseman at the same time: "Go Zorro! Watch the ball, Zorro, catch him out!" Yup, the first baseman and our son who was up to bat had the same name. I have never seen two children look more confused!! Do I hit or try and get myself out? He made a home run by the way.
But now we are confused with the name issue. How is it that we have never heard this name before and are now surrounded by other parents who were probably thinking the same thing. Thank heaven no one else will have Queenie's name. If they do, we'll call her Frank.
