Oh Lord...

Sunday afternoon I stopped over with my Mum to see Nana. The two ladies were discussing that day's Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood. Apparently it was about John Wayne, or John Wayne's son. Anyway, I walked back into the room just as they were trying to remember The Duke's son's name. My grandmother struggled to recall it and said, "Was it Sean, Satan, Shane...." Satan? Yup, my nana seriously said Satan and my mother nearly peed her pants from laughing. By the way, his son's name was Ethan. Not anywhere near Sean or Satan or even Shane.