"Could you please not call me Charlie, Mrs. Cooper? I'm Charles." Charles looked up at her, a solemn expression on his six-year-old face.
The woman beamed down at him. "I'm sorry dear, I didn't realise I'd said anything. I'll try to remember from now on, is that alright?"
Charles smiled at her. "Yes, thank you Mrs. Cooper."
As he was turning away, Charles heard her say Isn't that boy adorable! Little Charlie, trying to be all grown up.
Charles pouted. His name wasn't Charlie. And he was not little! He hated it when adults talked like he couldn't hear them.