Men and babies

I had to attend a function early this morning, and by attend, I mean go, interview people, take some photos and write a story.
While there, I got into a conversation with a group of men in their mid-60s. The first one wanted to know when I'm due. Then the conversation turned to whether I'm having a boy or girl and what the name is going to be. When I told them that we have one picked out but that we're not sharing, one of the men chimed in "But you don't even know us. We won't tell anyone." That made me smile.
Up until this point, I had only had this type of conversation with women. But here were these four men, wanting to know details about my pregnancy (including how I was feeling, whether this is my first child, etc.).
They then proceeded to tell me about their grandkids, and what their names were. One said his grandson is named Avery. "When they told us what his name is, I said 'Do you already hate the kid,' but now there are Averies all over the place," he said. Another said he calls his grandson Heathcliff. Why? Not because it's his name. Just because he wants to.