Reminds me of a scene from an old play,hundreds of years old.
Midget:
O Mini Sprint, Mini Sprint! wherefore art thou Mini Sprint?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Midget.
Mini Sprint:
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Midget:
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Midget.
What's Midget? it is nor wheel, nor tire,
Nor hood, nor tailtank, nor any other part
Belonging to a Midget. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Mini Sprint would, were he not Mini Sprint call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Mini Sprint, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
Mini Sprint:
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Mini Sprint
Times change but things always stay the same.>>> Thank You Mr. Shakespeare.
Honest Dad himself

