Identity Crisis

This morning Emmitt and I were playing with pipe cleaners and I spelled out his name.  He asked me:
"Mom, why did you even name me Emmitt.  I dont really like that name."

I said Im sorry he doesnt like his name and what would he like to be called.  He answered without a moments hesitation:

"Jack or Jackson"

So there you have it, apparently I named him the wrong name.  So I called him Jack a few times that morning and then he said "you can just call me Emmitt, cause Im already used to that."