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And he wanted us to call him Twilight.
I was too tired and melancholy to truly feel the level of bafflement this request deserved. However, I did notice the initial exchange between my brother and Isaac/Twilight when they arrived with Tina’s momma. It went something like this:
Jackson: “Tina. I didn’t know you were bringing Isaac. Good to see you, man.”
Isaac/Twilight: “It’s Twilight.”
Jackson (looking bemused): “No it ain’t, it’s not even noon yet.”
Isaac/Twilight: “No. My name is Twilight.”
Jackson (still looking bemused): “Say what?”
Isaac/Twilight: “My name. Call me Twilight.”
Jackson: “You mean like that My Little Pony character?”
Tina: “Jackson! I didn’t know you were a My Little Pony fan.”
Jackson (scowling then motioning to Isaac/Twilight): “Jessica was always watching it growing up, and I’m not a fan—not like Twilight Sparkle over here.”
Isaac/Twilight: “The name is Twilight, not Twilight Sparkle.”
Jackson (irritated): “If you want me to call you Twilight, then don’t be surprised if I slip up a few times and call you Pinky Pie.”
A similar conversation ensued when Twilight was brought in to greet my dad, except my dad said, “That’s not a name, son. That’s a time of day.
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