Those of you who are worried that I have forgotten to post pictures of my road trip, never fear. I am working on them. I am making them into an annoyingly long movie with captions. Oh hell yes.
In the meantime, I have a question for you. Do you have awful nicknames for people you love? Our family is notorious for shortening everyone's name down to one syllable. Yes, that means my family calls me Mo. No, it doesn't mean you should too. Unless you knew me before I was 25 and then you already do call me that. If not though, please do not start. I will have to hurt you. Or even worse, I will publicly unfriend you on Facebook. Charlotte has so far escaped this phenomenon in our household, probably because we call her all sorts of terrible nicknames. Here are some gems. The Wurt. Wurdo. Bug. Nugget. Turtoli. Turtolinni. But lately, I've been thinking about nicknames and if they impact your personality.
I was walking Turtle to the car the other day and yelled out at her "C'mon Booger, let's go!"
A woman stopped and asked me, "What did you just call her?"
I paused for a moment, trying to recall and then mumbled, "Booger?". The woman nodded, probably waiting for me to explain or apologize for calling my child a name.
"It's cute right? I mean, it's like Booger in an affectionate kind of way." I stammered. She shrugged. I turned to buckle Booger....I mean Turtle into the car and she turned her back to me, aimed her butt up in the air towards me and said "I've got my weapon aimed right at your face!" and then she farted. And laughed hysterically.
I don't know what the point of this story is. But I think a child who thinks who her butt is a weapon and that farts are funny probably doesn't mind being called Booger. Or maybe because I've been calling her Booger she's been developing the kind of humor someone named Booger might have. Either way, she's the cutest Booger I've ever seen and her butt IS a deadly weapon, especially after eating broccoli.
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