More and more, it seems I am calling Ethan, "Jim"...and Jim, "Ethan"...
This morning I said, "Thank you, Ethan" when Jim did something for me.
He walked by me, knocked on Eliza's door and asked, "When your mother signs the card for my birthday, can you make sure she writes my name on it?"
He turns 49 on Friday, and he thinks he's funny! Wink!