My sons name is not ken

[maypole1]

To think the teacher should know my sons name by now

Son was chatting in class fair dues so at the end of the lesson son walks out of class teacher runs down the corridor shouting ken ken get back here now son ignores teacher she shouting ken get back here

My sons name is not ken

So ken comes running out the loo sorry miss she looks confused the continues after my son and asks him why he didn't answer

Well he's not ken for a start

The thing that pissed me off is she phoned to tell me what happened well what dose she want his name is not ken so why would she be expecting a reply and he got a 15 minute detention I suspect by then its was more to do with her feeling like a fool thank the talking

I actually kind of like Gordon..Gordie...Gordie Howe was one of the best hockey players ever. :)

Oh I misread - sorry.

I know a toddler Stan. It is quite bizarre, I am always expecting a 70 year old man to turn around when his mum calls him.

Both my grandfathers were Norman.

Your son souds very stoical, lol for a Ken

I'd like to meet a baby Gary.

I too know a baby Stan, AND a Hilda (!).

My Grandads are Reginald and Merick.

My grandads were Howard and Fred. I haven't seen a little Howie in...well...ever!

YABU to expect a teacher to know every single kids name.
Sorry but I often cannot remember the names of my neighbours kids!!!

I have two children with similar K names in my group at school, so I call one Norman. Except on Fridays, when he's Dave.

My mate had a cat called Dave.

And my BF ad I were once accosted by a dog called "Vince" when we were canoodling in a subsequently discovered dogging hotspot a romantic woodland area.

My Granddads were/are Leonard and Derek.

If DD was a boy she would have been Leonard, but Leo for short rather than Len.

I taught a Derek for the past 4 years, nice boy with bad taste in earrings.

Loving baby Maurice. Surely he's bald with a moustache?

My (otherwise lovely, fabulous and fiendishly intelligent) SIL would have called her DD2 (born 2003) after BOTH grandads if she'd been a boy.

Kenneth Geoffrey. Yup. Ken Geoff. I DO try to be non-judgemental post- modern and retro about names (am a Susan Barbara myself ) but really. No.

I was at my friend's house for a bbq and their friend and his wife turned up. He looked like a fella I worked with, called Matt. His name is Steve - I always call him Matt! He even drove me home I was drunk saw me to my door and as he got back to his car I turned around and shouted "bye Matt" It's now an ongoing joke and his name is "not-Matt" now

Dog names - we have a Dave, Stan, Norman
Cat names - (girl) Dave, Matthew (from my childhood!)

I have a name that is easily mistaken for another, I tend to just answer to it but it annoys me when my own DD writes my name and spells it wrong - she should know my name surely!?

I have known 2 Kens - both a little strange, but no more so than the several Steven's I have known (all had full sets of eyes)

My sister named her cat Phill ...actually short for Phill collins :)

I have known two young Kens. Both Scottish .

I have just remembered ExH worked for a while with someone called Ken - AND...he had one eye.

My husband's aunt called me Julie for years - it's not my name, I just gave up correcting her and rolled with it.

Grandad names - Trevor and David on my side, Joseph and Raphael on my husbands - how cool are they!! Was desperate to use but given jewish surname would have just been too 'oy vey'!

My favourite name mix up was some pals of ours who moved house and the neighbours came over for christmas open house and called our friend Ian Trevor all afternoon - everyone baffled why until they realised they'd heard them in the garden, our friend calls her husband Treasure!

I went to school with a Ken (who had all his eyes and not an unusually lumpy head) and my first boyfriend was called Alan; I'm only early 30's. We never thought it was unusual?
DH's grandad was called Bewick. I believe that beats everyone for oddest grandad name.
I also have a friend Michelle whose brother's name is Michael.
DH's dad calls me by the cat's name - after he's been through all of his children's names and a couple of the neighbours. The cat is a boy and has a clearly boy's name.

My name is Ken.

Sat chuckling at thus thread.
My grandads are dennis and alan.
Mt dads stephen to stepmum and auntie or steve for everyone else.
Dhs dad is ken lol kenneth, unfortunatley dh was given kenneth as his. middke name and he hates it so much hes droppdd it.

Amazing

Collective

This thread is making me cry....with laughter. :o

Not lucky enough to know any Kens - I feel so left out.

But - this has to be my favourite "Ken"

This reminds me of a story my dad told me about walking our dog Ben. An old lady would stop him every day and say to the dog "hello Daisy" and my Dad would say "it's Ben!" well this went on for a few weeks until one day my Dad said quite forcefully "IT'S BEN". The next time she saw him she said to my Dad, "hello Ben, how's Daisy?"

I once pretended to be called Kenny, while working in a call centre. My colleague Kenny meanwhile, pretended to be called Manatee.