Who am I?

While the class was playing in centers, one little boy walked up to me, obviously distressed he said, “Mrs. Parker, Toby called me Dane Brighten!” As his face became more scrunched up by the second, I tried to figure out what was going on. I said, “Dane…isn’t Dane your first name,” “yes,” he answered. “Well,” I continued, “what is your last name?” realizing his frustration came from being called his full name. “Brighten,” Dane sighed still fully alarmed by hearing his own name.