Remember how I wrote about The Trouble With Nicknames last month and how I call Crappy Boy ‘Buddy’ sometimes?
The other night he gave me a hug and I said:
Which is another thing I call him. (His toes looked like perfect little beans when he was born.)
And then I started thinking about all the random nicknames they answer to:
Poop Deck, Boost, Stone, Porky Pie, Bolsa, Bingo, Dingo, Toto Menendez and Cruz Bustamante (those last two are part of a song to the tune of “Istanbul (Not Constantinople”)
And a bunch more that I can’t remember at the moment but I’ll probably say later today.
This list doesn’t even count the “normal” ones like Sweetie, Honey and Buddy.
I’m not even sure they know their real names.
And I have no recollection of how most of the nicknames started.
I have a friend that calls her 3-year-old daughter ‘Crackhead’. But in a nice way. Lovingly. No, she isn’t on crack. The origin had to do with an Easter egg and a song.
What do you call your kids? Do they have evolving nicknames? Do you remember your own nicknames from your family as a kid? (And most importantly, did it scar you for life?)
Oh and my own childhood nicknames from family: Munchkin and Toady. Toady sounds bad. Maybe it was Froggy? It was because I had long legs. Either way, I’m cool with it now. No therapy needed. At least not for that.