"Mom, I'm going over to Uncle Tim's house, okay?" asked Thomas as he headed out the back door.
"Okay, dear, but don't stay too long. Supper will be ready soon," replied Mom.
Uncle Tim wasn't really a relative; he was Thomas's family's next door neighbor. He was always a good friend and someone to talk to when Thomas was upset or feeling sad. Uncle Tim was on the front porch of his ranch style house when Thomas walked up.
"Hello there, Thomas, how are you doing on this super-hot day?" asked Uncle Tim as he put down the newspaper that he was reading. "Why don't you run into the house for a glass? You can pour yourself a glass of lemonade. I just made a fresh batch a few minutes ago, and there is lots of ice in it."
"Thanks, Uncle Tim," Thomas said as he went into the kitchen and filled a glass with the cool liquid. After he had finished filling his glass, he went back out to the porch and sat down. Thomas looked down at the floor and kicked at his other shoe.
"Something seems to be bothering you, Thomas, my boy," said Uncle Tim. "What's wrong?"
"I would rather be called Tom," said Thomas. "All my friends make fun of me when I say my name is Thomas. I think now that I'm getting older, it would be better to be called Tom."
"Well, Tom it is, then. Although, you know there are a lot of great people in history who had the name Thomas - Thomas Jefferson, for example. It is a name to be proud of. You do remember who Thomas Jefferson was, right?"
"Well, yeah, I think. He was one of the Founding Fathers of our country or something like that. I think he was also a president a long time ago."