This is my daughter,
Andromeda.
You Say: Wow, your name is amazingly beautiful!
You Think: It is!
Andromeda is just stunning.
This is my daughter,
Aslan.
You Say: Nice to meet you!
You Think: Did she really say "daughter"?
This is my daughter,
Anemone.
You Say: What's your middle name?
You Think: You just couldn't go with
Poppy or
Rose or something, could you?
This is my daughter, Alchemy.
You Say: Umm... I really like your shoes. Where did you buy them?
You Think: How awkward for the poor little girl.
This is my daughter, Artisan.
You Say: That's very - original.
You Think: Honestly??
This is my daughter, Arrow.
You Say: ...Do you like your name?
You Think: Don't judge the parents, don't judge the parents, don't judge the parents...
This is my son,
Aspen.
You Say: Nice name.
You Think: There is nothing wrong with it, but it's not my style.
This is my son, Auburn.
You Say: Charming.
You Think: Hmm, I wonder if his parents plan to start dyeing his hair at some point.
This is my son,
Amos.
You Say: Oh! You're the first
Amos I've ever met.
You Think: Maybe he was named after his grandfather?
This is my daughter,
Beatrice.
You Say: What a lovely name.
You Think: Beautiful and classic.
This is my son,
Briar.
You Say: Nice to meet you,
Brian. I mean,
Briar.
You Think: It's nice.