My daughter, Trevor, is a lovely girl.
Other people generally call her Zoe - after all, that's what's on her birth certificate.
But as we were checking in for Zoe's first flight, the helpful airline staffer, after sorting out the tickets for the grown-ups, said to my three-month-old daughter: "And you must be Trevor."
It had a certain ring to it. We corrected the error, but I wish we hadn't - a boarding pass for Zoe in the name of "Trevor" would have been a hoot. (On the other hand, it could have led to a meeting with the police child-abduction unit.)
The airline staffer couldn't explain how Zoe had become Trevor. There were no other Trevs on the flight. She blamed the computer.