My almost five year old grandson's favorite name is Jack. No, that's not his name. Whenever I tell him a story he asks me to name the main character, Jack. Many of his toys, including a favorite plush animal, a dog, are named "Jack". On my recent visit I read him the story, "Jack in the Beanstalk" which he loved.
Somehow the story led to a discussion of gardens, and my grandson became alarmed that crows might eat his garden. I told him that sometimes people put scarecrows in their gardens to frighten crows away. I decided to surprise him and buy a scarecrow. On our next visit to Wally World I let him pick one out.
Me: "I bet when you grow up and get married, you have a little boy
and you name him Jack."
DGS: "I'm going to have a whole bunch of little boys! I'm going to
name them ALL Jack! Then when it's time for them to come
in the house, I can just stand on the porch and yell "JACK!!!!"
and they will all come in the house at once!"
I'm glad he has it all figured out!