I really don't remember whose name I said. I thought I said Tyler's name. But they heard differently.
Anyway, it went down like this.
"(Insert son's name), would you please get us some napkins for the dinner table?"
"Nope," said Tyler.
I set down my fork. I look at my youngest offspring.
"Tyler, after I fixed this meal for you, it is respectful to say thank you and to do what I ask you to do."
Tyler says, "You asked Tucker to do it."
"No, I asked you to do it."
My mom whispers from her end of table, "I heard you say Tucker."
"You did, Mommy. You said, 'Tuuuuuuccker!'" he mimics in a sing-song voice. I'm most sure I didn't say it that way.
I then notice that Tuck is no longer at the table, but he is getting napkins for each of us. Because apparently I asked him to, and apparently he is obeying.
"Thank you, Tucker. And Tyler, if I had asked you to do it, then you would have obeyed, right?"
Then my point remains.
For crying out loud.