The Boy and I have been together for close to eight months. We do a lot of family stuff together, so he is very familiar to the Father, brother and sisters and the rest of the household.

Yesterday when he came over, the Father walked him into the house (I was on the phone), and sat him down on the couch. Dad talked for a couple of minutes, and then said "You must excuse me, Sylvia, but I need to go back to my room."

I stopped my phone conversation and said "Dad, my name is Sylvia. His name is Sylvester."

Dad: "His name is eh? [To Sly] What is your name exactly?"

Sly: "Sylvester"

Dad: "Syl-vest-ah? Ok. God bless you Syl-vest-ah."

 

We're making progress.