Who am I, really?

Lately Noah has been opposed to being called anything other than Noah. If we say, "Hey buddy," or "Come here, son," or, "Sweetheart" or anything like that he shouts, "I'M NOT A BUDDY! I'm just a Noah!"

Today I said, "I love you, my Noah" and he instantly responded, "I'm not a Noah!!!" I giggled while he realized what he just said. After a few seconds of silence, Noah gave a sheepish grin and said, "I really am a Noah...right, Mom?"