That's my name...until the day I die...

Recently when Rachel needed her dad's attention, she called out using his first name, not daddy.  Amused and intrigued, I decided to step in, help and asked her a couple of questions.
"Rachel, do you know Daddy's name?"
"Ching Wang!"  (Cute..and impressive, first and last name.)
"Do you know your name?"
"Rachel Wang!" (Said with such glee and not at all upset at her name.  When Laurel was learning her name, not only did she really want to be called Barbara but howled when we kept insisting her last name was Wang.  Like she knew what the other meaning could be...)
"What is your sister's name?"
"Laurel!" (Who am I kidding?  She doesn't say is like that.  Laurel's name comes out like "Whirel")
"Rachel--your sister has a last name too.  Do you know what it is?"
"Whirel!" (This is now said with such annoyance.  Like I don't know my older daughter's name.  Rachel's eyes are screaming, "Stupid, stupid woman!")
"What is my name?"  (Knowing that one more question is pushing my luck.)
"Mama!" (Now her eyes are saying. "Lady, you don't even know your name?")
"No Rachel--that is what you call me.  What is my name?"
"Mommy!" (And she turns and walks away.)

That's my name...until the day I die...