Morpheus, or, an unreasonable response.

Children, today - just for today,
I said
- 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.

No.
I said.
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.