IDENTITY CRISIS

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.