I don't know these people. . . .

Let's cut to the chase. I've been saying my sibling's names wrong.

At eight o'clock, which is pretty late, I came downstairs and lay on the couch. Peter was already downstairs and he jumped on me. "PETER," I yelled, "GET OFF." Except that, instead of saying "Peter" I said "Peder".

Me: Peder.
My mother: No, Peter.
Peter: Yes. Peter.
Me: PEE-ter.
Peter: PeterPeterPeterPeterPeter!!!
Me: Pete-er.
My mother: Good.
Peter: Goodgoodgoodgood!!!
Me: Pete-er. Pete-er.
Peter: Or you could call me Pete.
Me: I refuse.
Me: (time has elapsed, during which I practice saying Pete-er.) What about Laura? (Except that I pronounced it Lorra.)
My mother: Emma! You can't pronounce Laura's name!
Me: I can so too pronounce it! Lorra!
My mother: No, it's Lahruh.
Peter: Lahruh!
Me: (long painful time has passed, with un-typeabale pronunciations) I'm going to go ask Lahruh.
My mother and Peter: Good!
Me: *runs upstairs* Say your name!
Laura: Lorra. . . .
Me: Uh-oh. . . . Say Peter.
Laura: Peder. . . .
Me: Why don't you come downstairs. . . .
Laura: Uh. . .okay.
Laura: (after briefing) I'VE BEEN SAYING MY NAME WRONG!?!?!?!?! And Peter's?
My mother: I think you learned it from Emma.
Me: But what about Peter?
My mother: You were at school, not teaching him.
Me: Bah.

People. This will take practice. (And we have to correct all of our friends, whom we taught to say their names wrong.)

Peanut Butter Mousse Chocolate Cake. . . .

May have had a moment last night. . . .

Me: *sways back and forth* *eating cake* *euphoric*
Laura: Emma.
Me: *la la la la la dee lah*
Laura: Eh-muuhhhhhh.
Me: Mm?
Laura: We're about to go.
Me: *Stops eating cake, of which about half is left, and commences scraping chocolate syrup off the plate*
My Darling Mother: Here, Emma, put the rest of the cake in this. *hands me a leftover box*
Me: *laughs like a maniac, with syrup and mousse on nose* *flips cake into box*
My Darling Mother: Why don't we put the rest of my cake in there too, for later. *puts 1" by 1" square of chocolate cake into box*
Me: * laughing crazily* Yeah, for later. . . . *finger air quotes around later*
My Darling Family: *exits restaurant*
Me: *walks into door*

I love peanut butter mousse chocolate cake. . . too bad I only get it every other year or so.