So my third son, sitting in the middle row of the FTU, starts with, "Miss Anna called me 'Mr. Dillon.' I NOT 'Mr. Dillon' I 'Dillon!'"
At that point, I turned to ask if Miss Anna was from the Y or from the church.
I was immediately scolded for interrupting and told that Dillon was speaking to his 2 year old brother.
I dutifully shut up and listened to the rest of the story.
So again I hear, "Miss Anna called me 'Mr. Dillon.' I NOT 'Mr. Dillon' I 'Dillon!'"
To which my 2 year old replied, "Don't worry 'bout it, Dillon!"
* All names have been changed in order to...well, because I'm paranoid.
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