Am I me?

Tony had a man (I just laughed because this kid went to high school with my younger brother and I just called him a man. But, I guess age 25 does qualify one as a man.) helping him out on an as needed basis this week. Jacob drives to our house where he parks his car, a silver Mustang, and gets one of our work trucks to take out for the day. Wednesday morning his car was in the driveway when we pulled out to go to our playgroup at church. Jacob wanted to know, "Who's car is dat?" I told him, "Jacob's." He looked around puzzled, I could almost see him thinking, "Me?!?!". As I slowly backed our car out of the garage Jacob said, "Don't hit my car!". I tried to explain that there is more than one Jacob in this big world that God made. Later that afternoon we were again leaving to eat supper at my mom's house (bless you, Mother) and Jacob -the man- was getting ready to leave for the day as well. We chatted a moment and then Jacob got into his car. From the backseat comes a very indignant voice, "Thats MY car!" Guess he didn't really get it when I told him he isn't the only Jacob in the world.