Introducing My New Son

After dinner, Robert and I were in the bedroom chatting on the bed, when Elijah came in and ever-so-calmly held up his pinky finger and said "Gabriel bit me."  Usually, when Gabriel bites his brother, we know right away.  The ear-piercing screech which immediately melts into hysterical sobs are a dead giveaway. Of course, that is also Elijah's reaction when Gabe opens the car door before he can do it, so his matter-of-fact presentation of the offense was highly unusual, not to mention highly suspect.  I responded to this report with "Are you sure he bit you?  You're not screaming bloody murder."  He immediately tilted back his head, contorted his face and began crying as though he had been grievously injured.  Robert and I just started laughing.  Not receiving the response he had hoped for, he took a deep breath to stop his tears and asked "Are you going to go get Gabey in trouble?"  Um, no.  We just laughed harder.  And told him we are changing his name.  So, I am pleased and amused to introduce to you my new son, Phakey T. McPhakerson.  T stands for Tattles.  Or maybe we should go with Phakey McTattlepants? Have to think on it.