What's in a name?

When I was pregnant with Tyler, Mark and I agonized over what to name him. (Well, I agonized and Mark rejected every name I came up with.) For those of you who know my mom, she has three rules which she believes everyone should follow when naming a child.
1. The name should clearly indicate the sex of the child (no gender-neutral names).
2. You should not give the name a strange spelling. (Which is funny becuase she wanted to name me Elisabeth and my dad wouldn't let her.)
3. You can't make a name up.
Naturally, I wanted to follow these rules but also have a name that was meaningful and for which he would not be teased. Mark wanted to name him Oliver. I thought it was a cute name, but I was worried that if he was born with red hair and got my athletic ability and Mark's bad eye sight, he would be teased. Lo and behold he has red hair...
Finally we settled on Clyde Tyler Pickens. Clyde was Mark's maternal grandfather's name. He was an incredible man of integrity and kindness and, though I never met him, he is a hero of mine for I know he helped make my husband the man he is today. However, we call our son Tyler because, let's face it, Clyde is an old man name.
A few weeks ago, however, I had Cecil at our neighborhood pool. For those of you who don't know, Cecil goes to our church and stays with us frequently. It's a bit of an unusual situation to explain, so I just let people believe he's my son and go from there.
Side note: I think it's hilarious to let people in my neighborhood believe he's my son because they do the math and think I had him when I was 17! I'm sure it's great gossip for them.
So anyway, we were at the pool and this old lady asks me what my son's name is. I tell her Cecil. And that rude old lady says, "That's a funny name for a kid! My dog's name is Cecil." I'm not sure if Cecil heard this or not but I wanted to deck her. So then she asked my what my baby's name was and I replied, "Clyde." I think the tone in my voice indicated she'd better not comment on that one.
So, whatever your name is, be proud. If you would have told me 5 years ago that I would have two boys named Cecil and Clyde I would have laughed, but I love my boys' names and I never want them to be embarrassed to be who they are. But please, parents-to-be, don't give your kids a wierd name for the sake of being different. They'll hate you for it!