Ian and I are leaving the Chik-fil-A and getting into the car.
Ian: Mom, I don't want you to call me any more names.
Me: (raching my brain to recall a way I've insulted him)........names?
Ian: Right. From now on, I just want you to call me Ian, or Miller, or Mitchell, or Henning.
Me: Aw, okay.
Ian: or Child. Child is okay.
Me: How about Son? Is Son okay?
Ian: Son would be okay.
Me: How about Sweetie Bear?
Me: Cookie Puss?
Me: Noodle? Widdle Pooky?
Me: Cutie Booty? Nu Nu Boo Boo?
Me: okay, okay, fine. Ian it is.
Ian: Sweetie's okay too.