My friend's son is 5 years old. The family is Russian, the only child.

In the evening, after the kindergarten, he sits and dreams:

I will grow up, get married and have nine children. And I will call them Vanya, Sereza, Nikita, Masha,... and Ildar!

My mother is surprised:

Why is Ildar?

“Well, I don’t understand if I have nine children, I can’t even call one Ildar.