He became Joe Mooney. You did not address that great little man as Mary. I once knew a Hyacinth who was a male. In fact, come to think of it, I met two male Hyacinths in my time. Neither travelled under that name and it was not surprising.
Life is difficult enough without that.
My good wife now in Heaven was a gentle lady. The angriest I ever saw her in almost twenty years of marriage was after our first son was born. I am quite crazy in certain sectors of my head. We had a book of Irish names for the newborn. The one that attracted me most was the rare one of Fearganim.