What's My Name?

This is a real conversation Spencer and I had in the car on the way home from preschool today.

Spencer: blah blah blah talk talk talk blah blah blah talk talk talk blah blah blah talk talk talk blah blah blah talk talk talk...

(Okay, he wasn't really saying that. But the kids talks so much that I just have to tune him out before my ears start bleeding. Every once in a while I'll catch something worth pursuing, though. Like this.)

Spencer: blah blah blah... My daddy's name is Lance. You call him Lance.

Me: Yes, Daddy's name is Lance. But you call him Daddy.

Spencer: Yeah. But you call him Lance because he is Lance.

Me: Right. Do you know my name? What's my name?

Spencer: Mance.

Me: Uh, no. My name is Maren. Can you say Maren?

Spencer: Maren. But my daddy calls you sweetie.

Me: That's true! But you can call me Mommy.

Spencer: Daddy's building my new red super computer... blah blah blah talk talk talk blah blah blah talk talk talk blah blah blah talk talk talk blah blah blah talk talk talk...

(At this point I tuned out again, since the conversation (at least the part I was interested in!) was obviously over.)

Side note: it took me several weeks to convince Spencer that Josh's last name was also Madsen.

Side note the second: I won the high score prize for bunko tonight. Woo-hoo!!!