Little Danny Harris had turned four years old a few months ago, but his Uncle Ethan and Aunt Abby couldn’t travel to California for the birthday party. So when his Mom and Dad took Danny to Dad’s Uncle’s farm in Idaho, the older couple doted on him.
“Here’s ya go, Danny. A brand new yo-yo.”
“Ethan,” the Dad interjected, don’t you think he’s a little young for a…”
“Excuse me, Uncle Ethan.” Both men were a surprised that the little boy interrupted. “My name is Daniel.”
“Sure it is, Danny”. Ethan tousled the child’s hair. “Sure it is.”