My husband is part Greek. All the boys in his family were named Xenophon. Luckily, my husband only got it for a middle name. He lovingly tells the story of how his grandmother said, "No more Xenophon!" and didn't allow anyone else to have this crazy name bestowed upon them.
Cute how she said it once, and it was done. I have the impression she was a tiny little woman - I haven't met her, but I love her just from my husband's stories.
This post is part of the 2012 A to Z Challenge.