Don't get me wrong, Kale is a great name. As long as you are a nutritious leafy vegetable.
I just don't get the recent fad for making up names. Or making up spellings of naming. Or adding accents and hyphens and, apparently in one case I heard of recently, numbers? I just don't get it. It's not you who's going to be stuck with this name for their whole life. You're saddling someone else with it. How can you seriously go with Kale?
Should I have chosen their names after dinner?
Working on a popular woman's weekly mag, I'd seen a huge array of names, from the unusual (the impressively punctuated Kaytee-Lee'ann springs to mind) to the downright bizarre (a whole family of Greek gods from Achilles to Aphrodite). And it gets worse. A quick Google search revealed that someone in this country last year named their son Buzz-Bee. Yeah, maybe a rock star's son can get away with it. But what if he wants to be a doctor or a lawyer or simply go to school without being bullied? Why do parents do it? Why? Do they think an unusual name is going to set their child apart, give them a chance for a better life? Or is it all about them? Do they want everyone to see how kooky they can be? How clever. But it's not clever or funky or witty or cool. It's cruel. It's not your name. If you want to be funny, change your own one. You can't guarantee your child will like your choice, but at least do your best to guarantee they won't be embarrassed. It's your first act of parenthood. Your first chance to put someone else first. It's not about you any more, it's about them. Do you really want to name them after a vegetable?