It's really only fitting that at age four he stop calling you Mama. Or even Mommy. Or Mom. Nope, not "Mother," either.
Demon Baby has a new name for me, that he insists on using.
Apparently, I am Sugarcheeks.
Yeah.
Add to this, when he CALLS me that, he pats my head or my cheek like some paternal Southen millionaire speaking to his wife. Did I add I am from NY, live in Virginia, and he drawls it like Stonewall Jackson? I need to get him "tawlking" more New York.
Signing off, this is Sugarcheeks
Showing posts with label eccentricities. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eccentricities. Show all posts
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Monday, November 10, 2008
Demon Baby's Uses for a Happy Meal
Saturday, May 31, 2008
More Names
I was putting Demon Baby to bed last night, and on my way up the staircase with him in my arms, he shouted out "Good night, Moe!"
I should know better than to ask, but I asked anyway.
"Who's Moe?"
"My friend."
"Okay."
"See ya, Moe!"
We were halfway up when he said, "My car is named Moe."
"Your car? The one you ride on."
"Yeah. It's my favorite. He's Moe."
"All righty, then. Good night, Moe!"
"And don't forget . . . I'm Kirby Tun-Link." (see post below)
"I would never forget that, Kirby, pal."
I wonder if I am going to get a new name soon.
I should know better than to ask, but I asked anyway.
"Who's Moe?"
"My friend."
"Okay."
"See ya, Moe!"
We were halfway up when he said, "My car is named Moe."
"Your car? The one you ride on."
"Yeah. It's my favorite. He's Moe."
"All righty, then. Good night, Moe!"
"And don't forget . . . I'm Kirby Tun-Link." (see post below)
"I would never forget that, Kirby, pal."
I wonder if I am going to get a new name soon.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Kirby
Demon Baby has a name. A perfectly lovely little name that I was certain was his the moment he first kicked inside me. But he has decided he instead would like to be called Kirby.
We have asked him why.
"Because I am Kirby."
So last night at dinner with my parents (staying with us for a month), we all started addressing him as Kirby, and he beamed all through dinner and was absolutely lovely, other than melting his dessert (an ice pop) into a little dish so he could lick it up like Cosmo, his most beloved dog. So Kirby he is.
We had, in fact, adapted nicely to Kirby. And then he suddenly announced, "No! My name is Tun Link." Because I do have a number of friends from Laos and Hong Kong, he pronounced this with a faint Hong Kong accent. So perhaps this is his Hong Kong name.
Either way . . . Kirby and Tun Link are now the only way he answers.
If he's this eccentric at three, what do I have to look forward to?
We have asked him why.
"Because I am Kirby."
So last night at dinner with my parents (staying with us for a month), we all started addressing him as Kirby, and he beamed all through dinner and was absolutely lovely, other than melting his dessert (an ice pop) into a little dish so he could lick it up like Cosmo, his most beloved dog. So Kirby he is.
We had, in fact, adapted nicely to Kirby. And then he suddenly announced, "No! My name is Tun Link." Because I do have a number of friends from Laos and Hong Kong, he pronounced this with a faint Hong Kong accent. So perhaps this is his Hong Kong name.
Either way . . . Kirby and Tun Link are now the only way he answers.
If he's this eccentric at three, what do I have to look forward to?
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