So the other evening, my youngest tapped my leg as I was getting his toothbrush for him.

“Daddy? What’s your name?”

“Daddy”

“Oh. What’s Carter’s name?”

Carter is a friend of theirs. Even if he wasn’t, I knew the answer to that question. “Carter.”

“No, no, no!” he yelled. “There are two Carters! Two!”

“Oh, okay. Is it Carter?”

“Yep.”

I wish all the answers were that easy!