By the way, when my older child was 22, HE legally changed his name. He didn’t like having a hyphenated name like his parents. Thought it was embarrassing — he’s kind of old school. It makes me laugh, but I love that he’s his own person. I went with him to his court hearing and I bought him an engraved beer stein, which he of course adored, and took him out to breakfast at the International House of Pancakes, ditto, and celebrated his declaration of independence as an adult person. After all, I chose my name when I got married, and so did my husband. So how could I not respect my child’s choice to name himself? That is part of where I’m coming from. I didn’t pay for that — no way! But I supported him emotionally.