Ok, this conversation happened between my mom and my grandma about 5 days ago, and I'm still laughing. I suppose that it helps if you know my grandma. She is absolutely wonderful and darling, and can be a little in the clouds at times (evidenced below) which makes her all the more loveable.
Anyway, my mom was at my house and was talking to grandma on the phone. They had been talking about my mom's visit to Utah thus far and were also talking about me, my house, etc. Then this:
Grandma: So, how is little Damaged doing?
Mom: Damaged? What are you talking about?
Grandma: You know, Damaged? How has he been lately? I really want some more pictures of him.
Mom: Damaged? I don't know what you're talking about.
Grandma: You know! Damaged! Ben and Chris's little boy! Damaged!
Mom: Ohhhhh you mean Dylan!
Grandma: Yes, Dylan! But you know, they don't call him Dylan, they call him Damaged.
Mom: (Cracking up)Moooom- his first name is Dylan, his middle name is Danger. They call him Dylan.
Grandma: (Cracking up as well) No, I've heard them call him Danger.
Annnnnd that's how Dylan gets a fun new nickname :)