QUOTE : And he wanted us to call him Twilight.<br /><br />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:<br /><br />Jackson: “Tina. I didn’t know you were bringing Isaac. Good to see you, man.”<br /><br />Isaac/Twilight: “It’s Twilight.”<br /><br />Jackson (looking bemused): “No it ain’t, it’s not even noon yet.”<br /><br />Isaac/Twilight: “No. My name is Twilight.”<br /><br />Jackson (still looking bemused): “Say what?”<br /><br />Isaac/Twilight: “My name. Call me Twilight.”<br /><br />Jackson: “You mean like that My Little Pony character?”<br /><br />Tina: “Jackson! I didn’t know you were a My Little Pony fan.”<br /><br />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.”<br /><br />Isaac/Twilight: “The name is Twilight, not Twilight Sparkle.”<br /><br />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.”<br /><br />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.