There are so many ways that naming your kids can go wrong. Obviously, there are names that you wouldn’t want to give a kid individually (Iago, Adolph, Ebenezer, etc), but naming all of your kids related things can be a whole different can of worms. If done well, your kids could be like the three sisters I went to school with named Grace, Faith, and Trinity (Trinity being the 3rd born daughter). Honestly, those sibling names are so iconic to me. I would shake their parents’ hands and tell them, “job well done.” If done poorly, your life could be the play Topdog Underdog, starring two brothers, one named Lincoln and one named Booth. Let’s say that things go just about as you’d expect for that pair. There is one taboo in naming that is so wild, so detrimental to the lives of the children, that you would think even the most creative parents wouldn’t touch it with a ten-foot pole.
