Once upon a time about a year ago Mason made friends with the boy who lives on the other side of the fence. For many days they played catch over the fence and talked through the slats. One day I asked Mason what his new friend's name was, he looked at me blankly... apparently asking his friend's name had never occurred to him. So the next time we were in the yard the boy came out too and Mason asked about his name, I'm pretty sure I heard him say Carlos. Mason however heard something else.
"Mom!" he yelled excitedly "his name is Car Wash!"
The next time we were outside, so was Carlos/Car Wash and all of his family. Mason climbed up to the top of the swing set that overlooked his yard and yelled, "Hey CAR WASH!" Over and over again, poor Carlos... I called Mason over to me and tried to explain that his name was actually not Car Wash. Mason looked so disappointed, not because he had been calling his new found friend by the wrong name for several days, but because he felt bad that his friend didn't get to have an awesome name like Car Wash.