Tomaaato, Tomato
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Brayden, Brendan...

I was reading an article in the Vancouver Sun about the Vancouver Canucks' Brendan Morrison's little five-year-old son, Brayden, practicing with the team the other day. Why do people give their kids names that are so similar to their own? They sound so much alike, neither one knows when you're talking to them half the time. You're calling upstairs to one of them and neither person can tell which name you're yelling. I know first-hand about this - my Mom is often called Jan (short for Jana) and I'm Jen. Confusion! I'll tell you one thing, with a husband named Bryce, the name Bruce is definitely ruled out as an option for a boy when we have kids.