Let me rephrase......what's your first name?
James...it usually sounded something like this...
"JAMES SHANNON IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR A$$ OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, SO HELP ME!" (mom)
"James, come here for a second"........(dad, in low conversational tone that scared the hell out of me much more than mom's yelling did any day)...lol
Example. "James, why did you find it necessary to put the battery powered Tonka truck in your sister's hair and turn it on? You know her hair is caught in the wheels now, right?"
"Yes sir. It seemed funny at the time."
Dad trying not to smirk..."I'm sure it did, we'll talk about this after your mom cuts the truck out of her hair. You understand that was wrong don't you."
"Yes sir."(both of us trying not to laugh as my sister continues to whine in the background).
I may or may not have been the best role model as an older brother, it's debatable.....lol
One way or the other, being called by my first name was usually followed by consequences of some sort that were not enjoyable...lol