The other day I called my youngest son "Jackson" just trying to be funny and hilarity ensued:

"Daddy, I don't want you to call me Jackson."
"OK, what would you like me to call you?"
"I want you to call me butt rat."

Thankfully I kept my composure, but I had to inquire as to why. His response:

"You know...'but I want a rat'."

That makes no sense. But welcome to my world.


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