When I first arrived in New York, my mom could not for the life of her remember John's name. The John part was fine. It was the other part that tripped her up.
"What's his name again?" she'd ask me. "Hoppy? Poppy? Poppin?"
"Hoppin"
"It reminds me of Mary Poppins! Anyway, I was close."
"Yes, but one is his name and the others aren't."
"Well, they're all cute," she says as justification.
I can't really argue; it's even cuter in Japanese: ホッピン but I threatened to call her Yamada if the logic of close enough was going to be followed.
A post-script:
She did buy us tickets to see Mary Poppins on Broadway. John is certain that it was because it reminds her of his name. He is probably right.
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