Just don't call me late for dinner. I guess it would be more accurate to complain that no one knows how to address me. I answer to them all, but it doesn't seem to help. Some of my children's friends call me by my first name, and no adult in earshot ever raises an objection, because these children are nearly as close to me as my own. By that, she does not mean that I am large or that there is a Susan Jr.
Some kids refer to adults by both first and last names, or by relationship.
Form of address is a sticking point with adults, too. My children's teachers and I are stuck referring to each other with courtesy titles, even though some are my elders, to whom I owe that respect, and some are young enough to be my children, and it makes me feel as if I am patronizing. It is easier with my children's coaches. But that doesn't help coaches know how to address me. Though they call my husband by his first name, they go to remarkable lengths to avoid making a choice in how to address me.