Recently I decided to come up with some clever nicknames to call my kids because when I’m famous and all I’ll still want some privacy. I guess if you don’t know me you can’t hear my tone of voice feeling all humorous and sarcastic right now. It’s really about protection and safety actually, but who knows? If I DO actually become famous maybe I’ll be happy with this self that decided to change from the boys real names to the nicknames.
Being the uber creative writer person that I am I oh-so cleverly came up with these names for them: for the 4-year-old, I came up with “Bear”. How, you ask? Well, I already call him that half the time. Seriously, I think it’s just a natural thing to say after his real name so that was easy. I did the same thing with the 12-month-old who will now be called, “Bug”. Yeeeah, that one is a bit of a bummer of a nickname, but it’d kind of sweet too because that is what my dad called me. “Snug as a bug in rug, Heidi Bug.” he used to say to me.
I considered the fact that their nicknames will have to grow with them over time so hopefully when they are 16 and 19 they won’t hate me for calling them Bug and Bear. I figure if McMama can call one of her’s Small Fry and another McFlurry that I’m pretty much OK… 