My name is Happybutt

One day a new girl came to Mrs. Andrew's class. At recess, a boy
came up to her and asked her name.
"My name is Happybutt," she answered.
"You're lying! I'm telling Mrs. Andrew!" he said. A moment
later he returned, with the teacher by his side.
"What's your name?" the teacher asked sweetly.
"My name is Happybutt," the girl replied.
"We'll see what the principal thinks about that!" said Mrs.
Andrew, and grabbing the girl by the wrist, led her to the
principal's office.
"What's your name?" asked the principal.
"My name is Happybutt," the girl said again.
"We'll see what your mother thinks of that!" he said, and
dialed the number on the phone. "What's your daughter's real
name?" he asked her.
"Gladass," the mother replied.
"She's been saying her name's Happybutt," the principal
told the mother.
"She gets a little confused sometimes," the mother
answered. "You know, Happy Butt, Glad Ass, same thing."