whilst playing in the sandpit at school in bubs (the year between kindergarten and grade one) I heard someone call my name. Robert! Robert! Puzzled but eager I confronted the urchin calling my name, wondering how he knew me. He didn't, of course. Oh, the crushing blow when I learned that there was someone else in the world called Robert .
Given that my father was also a Robert perhaps I should already have known this but he was called variously (depending on whom you listened to) Bob or 'that drunk'.