I Have A Real Name!

Last night, we went out to dinner at an adult restaurant. You know, one where they give you cloth napkins & glasses instead of paper napkins & cups with lids?

So, about halfway through the meal, the waiter came up and asked if I’d like a refill. I told him yes, and he walked away.

Emmit said, "Momma, that guy said your name!" all impressed.

I said, "Who said my name?" looking around the restaurant wondering who in Baton Rouge would have said my name.

Emmit was pointing off into nowhere, so I tried to brush him off and enjoy my dinner.

He’s a persistant little booger though and kept it up.

"He really said your name. He did!"

"Well, I didn’t hear him. He doesn’t know my name."

"I heard him! He said it!"

"Emmit, no he didn’t. Just hush and finish eating."

So, the waiter returns and fills my glass, and says, "Here you go, ma’am."

Emmit puts his little hand beside his mouth like he’s telling me a secret and says, "See, he called you momma!".