a conversation from today:
scene = my house, dd #2 at the computer in kitchen, me nursing miss baby in living room (dd#3 running around jabbering about dora, but that is neither here nor there)
i hear a truck pulling in the driveway
me: hey dd#2 can you look out the window and see if there is someone here?
dd#2: yes mom (pause) that guy helping to fix our bathroom is here
me: thanks. can you let him in the door when he comes to it?
dd#2: sure, what is his name again?
me: it's mr. mulder
dd#2: whadya say?
me (a little louder): his name is bruce mulder but you call him mr. mulder.
dd#2: oh, okay i think i'll call him steve.