I have a brother named Jimmy. My name of course if Amy. My brother was more or less a sloth (still is!) and didn't cause too much trouble. Me on the other hand was slightly ADHD and loved to explore and create trouble. Usually aimed at my brother.
Anyway, when I was causing trouble Mom would get mad and try to yell my name but Jimmy's would start to come out first. "JIM-AMY!" (sounding like Jaime) could be heard around the neighborhood. It got to the point where neither Jimmy or I would answer cause that was not our names. Which would make Mom even madder. HA! When she came out with First, Middle and LAST name, LOOK OUT! And wait for your father to get home! We would tease mom (when she wasn't mad at us) about the third kid in the house. tee he!
When I was kicking around names for the puppy, I fell in love with calling him Jaxon. But I was afraid that it would be too close to Son's name (Jacob). When I am typing about the two of them, I find that I get mixed up. Jacob becomes Jacon and Jaxon becomes Jaxob. Nice.
Today, I became my mother. I totally messed up Jaxon's name and called him Jason. Son heard it and fell on the floor laughing. Where that came from, I have NO clue. Other than that I was channeling my mother.