A propos of the name-calling, Pseudo-Supermum decided to act on a hunch. No.2 son informed me that he'd been called the name of a famous wrestler - not that I'd have known, of course. I turned to Google to see what I could find out about the man.
It couldn't have been better. I downloaded a few facts and a photo, then cautiously showed my research findings to no.2 Son.
His face lit up. "Can I show Dad? I don't mind so much being called that name if he looks like that!" (Well, the wrestler was something of a body beautiful, I must admit.) "And look!"
This was my amazing piece of luck. Our hero shared my own birthday!