The Name Wars - Let the Games Begin

I have a little problem. Jonathan wants to name our baby Bruce. 

Before I continue with my thoughts on this matter, let me just say that I think Bruce is a fine name for a grandfather, father, uncle, cousin, neighbor, dog, cat, or horse. But a baby? NO WAY.

This all started about three weeks ago when we were discussing baby names, as we often do these days, and out of nowhere Jonathan eagerly said, "How about Bruce?!"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't think so, buddy."

A few days later he was flipping through the baby book and just happened to land on the page with the name Bruce.

"It's a sign. Now we have to do it," he said.

"Nope. Sorry."

"Why not? It's strong, manly, and cool-sounding. Just wait until he's playing sports in high school - it will sound so awesome to hear the crowd go, 'Bruuuuuuuuuce'."

"Yeah," I replied, "but what if he's a nerd in high school, like me? He would get teased relentlessly!"

"He won't be a nerd. He'll be cool like me. Bruce Rouse. C'mon! It's awesome!" Jonathan couldn't stop giggling.

I told him there is no way we are naming our baby Bruce, and yet he won't let it go. He genuinely likes the name and keeps trying to convince me that it will grow on me. Baby Bruce? I'm sorry, but I just can't do it. Am I being unreasonable?

I must find a way out of this. I have five months to come up with a boy name that Jonathan won't be able to refuse. If not, it's going to be Bruce, Bruce, Bo Boose, Bananafana Fo Foose, Me Mi Mo Moose, Bru-uce! Yikes!