Good Boy!

One of our neighbours downstairs has a little boy named Andrew. At times this can be quite humorous. For example, today at church, our neighbour called out in the hallway, "Andrew! Turn around!"

Andrew, looking shocked, and for some reason almost sheepish, dutifully turned around only to hear the mother continue, "We're going to nursery now."

My obedient husband almost hightailed it to the nursery...and then he saw our neighbours.

You would think we would be used to this by now. We often hear random things associated with Andrew's name. At times they are all too ironic:

· On the way out to the car, "Andrew, don't forget your raisins!"
· While getting the mail, "Don't you ever run into the street again, Andrew!"
· While locking up the house, "Andrew, close that door right now!"
· While leaving to go for a walk, "Hey, Andrew! Come back here!"

Pick up your toys, Andrew...Stop screaming, Andrew...Hold my hand, Andrew...Not right now, Andrew...

Each time my Andrew hears anything he always pauses and tries to do what he's told. At times I've had to remind him that he doesn't usually eat raisins for a snack, and that since we're running 10 minutes late he doesn't need to run back in and get some.

or...

Andrew, you're not 2 anymore. People don't typically tell you not to run out into the street. You've had that down for a few years.

Really, Andrew, you're not the only Andrew. There are 4 just on my side of the family alone. You should be used to it by now!