Isaacs
At my age, I have a right to be self-centred. Papa might tell you something about Piaget and how self-centredness is normal at my age, but who cares about that other guy?
Pardon my outburst. I am reacting to the fact that there are other Isaacs in my school. There are four others to be precise!
To think that my folks thought that “Isaac” would be a fairly uncommon name. There is even one other “Isaac Tan”! Fortunately, he has a dialect name while I do not, so I get to be THE Isaac Tan.
Actually I don’t mind sharing some things. When I have a toy in school, I share it with my buddies. When I have a snack, I make it a point to first offer some to mama and papa. (It scores points, no?)
But sharing a name can be confusing especially if someone calls out for an “Isaac”. I acknowledge the call only to realise that it might not be me that they want.
Hey… what if I name my toys Isaac and I ignore my folks when they call? Hmm… in the interest of self-preservation, maybe not!
Little Isaac Tan
