I wear a name tag at work. A woman noticed it today, and pointed out to her granddaughter that I have the same name as the girl’s mother.

Before they left, the girl came up to me and asked, “What is your daughter’s name?”

Because according the child logic, I must have a daughter since I have the same name as her mother. It was so cute. But I had to burst her bubble and tell her that I only have a son named James.