Unfiltered Story #389229

(My name is my mother’s maiden name. In addition, when I was little, my parents called my “Mr. [My Name]” as a kind of pet name. This takes place after we had gone on a beach vacation with my mom’s side of the family, including my grandfather. My dad is talking to one of his friends about the trip. I’m about two or so when this takes place.)

Dad: We just got back from the beach. Mr. [My Name] was playing in the sand, he was digging and digging. He was just covered in sand, it was adorable.

Friend: Really? ‘Cause I was reading the paper the other day, and I saw a quote from him.

(For reference’s sake, my dad calls my grandfather “Doctor”, or his first name, so that was never a source of internal confusion)