I got to thinking on Friday (scary, I know) about all the pet-names I have used for my darling Damien over the years. It started with “Strawbreez” when he was a baby (I think I mentioned this before). “Strawbreez” actually comes from a family joke that a baby is such a blessing- even their dirty nappies are like strawberries & cream. Funny enough- in our family, the word “strawbreez” has become a word synonymous with “nonsense”… especially someone speaking it. I don’t call him that anymore.
Some of the other moniker’s my poor boy has been saddled with are “Monster”, “Baba”, “Nu-Nu”, “Monkey”, “Squashy-Pip”, “Narna”, “Munchkin”, “Punkin”… even “Pawpaw”!
Now I mostly call him Sweetie (and very occasionally I’ll use “Sweetie-Peepers”) or I use his proper name. He’s obviously waaaay too old for “Baba”, but I still have “Munchkin” slipping out every now and then. And amazingly- only once did he say I mustn’t use one of them. When he was about seven years old he told me he was too big for me to call him Strawbreez anymore.
And you know something- I’m just as bad with my cats…
Do your kids have pet names, or nicknames?
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