Children, today - just for today - I would like for you to call me "Morpheus."
(I realized late last night that I have never had a day in my life where people called me by that name.)
One of the children responded quickly.
- "Actually Daddy, we'll call you "Shnertimer" today.
I am tired of being called that. Today, it is "Morpheus."
"Shnertimer," they taunted together.
When you are ganged up on by an enemy with a combined age of less than nine, defeat is particularly ignominious.
It is challenging being the adult sometimes, but fortunately I will be a very good one someday.