I covered my head with a pillow. "Dad!" I moaned. "Ten more minutes! Please!?"
"Up and at 'em, Sally, Molls," he replied brightly, turning on the overhead light.
I talked, still under the pillow. "I'm pretty sure I've asked you at least twenty times not to call me that. I'm not even named Sally! And I like my first name better."
He kept on grinning. "Sally is easier to say than 'Nadira'."
I peeked at him from beneath the pillow. "You're the one who named me," I reminded. "You could just call me 'Nad' like Mom does."
He shrugged and walked out of my room to wake another unsuspecting child. "Breakfast's in 10," he yelled over his shoulder.