A childhood belief about names

When I was in 2nd grade we moved to a new neighborhood with a lot of Mexican familie. I was playing with some kids and was just about to ask one boy what his name was when another kid yelled, "Hey, Zeuss!" and the boy I was talking to turned to the kid who yelled. I thought, "Zeuss- what a cool name!" and proceded to call him Zeuss for about a year. Then one day i was showing off my new markers writing everyone's names in rainbow colors. I asked my friend Zeuss how to spell his name. "J-E..." is how he started. I thought it was weird that Zeuss started with a J but I kept writing. "S-U-S" was the rest. When I was done and looked at what I wrote I realized- "Jesus" not "Hey, Zeuss". It didn't help that some of his family members called him 'Sus for short.

I also thought his baby brother was Chinese because his name was Meeho. I heard his mother say things like "It's okay, Meeho. Don't cry". Not until my second year of high school Spanish did I find out that "mijo" is short for "mi hijo" which means "my son" and is a common term of endearment.