When my little brother, Alan, was about two years old, he wanted chicken nuggets for lunch, so our mother took him to McDonalds. On their way home, my mom said, "Alan." No response(he hadn't fallen asleep). Again, mom said, "Alan!" Again, no response. Fed up, she said, "Alan, why aren't you answering me?" This time he answered. "Mom! Don't call me Alan!" Mom responded with, "Well, what am I suppossed to call you then?" "Call me chicken nugget." To this day we call him chicken nugget.
