A name is just a name

The other day, I asked Nathan what his name was.

“ME!” he replied, thumping his hands on his chest.

“But my name is me, too!” I said. “What’s your name, Nathan?”

“ME!” he replied with a grin as he slapped his chest again. “ME, ME, ME!”


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