Danny comes into the room, crying, obviously distraught about something.
Danny: Where Demmy? Mommy, where Demmy go?
Me: You are Danny.
Danny: (perks up) I am Demmy! (runs toward bedroom) I Demmy! Tommy, I find Demmy! I Demmy.
I think maybe I get their names mixed up too much. Poor kid doesn't even know his own name.
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I don't even know how to describe how funny this post is.
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