Funny dialogue between Ben...jamin and me this morning on the way to school, while he dawdled despite the second bell having already rung. Actually, ring is the wrong verb here—the sound's a little closer to an air-raid siren than to a bell. Takes time off the end of my life every time it blasts the air when I'm too close to the loudspeakers.
Anyway, the boy was walking slowly through a frost-covered sward of weedy, trampled grass.
Me: Pokey! C'mon, Pokey.
Ben: My name's not Pokey.
Me: C'mon, Tim. (He asked yesterday why we hadn't named him that.)
Ben: My name's not Tim.
Me: C'mon, Toby. (He has a school friend by that name.)
Ben: My name's not Toby.
Me: C'mon, Toby!
Ben: (more vehemently) My name's not Toby!
Me: (Silently giggling to myself: "My name's Kunta Kinte!")
If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you might be too young to recall Roots, the seminal 1977 TV miniseries based on the book by Alex Haley.