Much like Eskimos and snow or prepubescent boys and breasts, my wife and I tend to generate lots of names for the things we love. We've had many names for each other and our pets, but then our daughter came along and, well, we went all stupid. Thus, our daughter, Akira Elise, has been alternately called:
Kiki
Keeks
Keekster
Doodle
Monster Mash
Pumpkin Pie
Squishy Face
Tiny Dinosaur
Baby Bear
Sy Snoodles
Peach Face
Squeakers
Squishy Face
Tiny Dinosaur
Baby Bear
Sy Snoodles
Peach Face
Squeakers
Pretty much anything except Akira. Actually, everything but Akira. I think we're mathematically more likely to call her Abraham Zebbediah Jackson than Akira. But you've got to admit, Zebbediah is fun to say.
Yeah, so she's never going to figure out what the heck her name is, but we figure if we give her enough nicknames than any noise she hears will sound like one of her names. That way we can just yell anything and she'll respond, which will be helpful if I ever have a stroke. I'm just trying to plan ahead here.
Yeah, so she's never going to figure out what the heck her name is, but we figure if we give her enough nicknames than any noise she hears will sound like one of her names. That way we can just yell anything and she'll respond, which will be helpful if I ever have a stroke. I'm just trying to plan ahead here.
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