I grew up in a family of Nicknamers. My grandfather had numerous nicknames for us (some that I won't reveal), my grandmother was known by hers - Brooks - and all of their dogs and cats had numerous names. My mother had two nicknames for me, one (I think) for Katie, and many for Bart (poor kid - some very humiliating)! Dad gave us other names, so we all had to respond to many different names. And I noticed when I went to see Uncle John, that he does the same thing.
When I met Don, I gave him several different names, Kenneth and Diana both know of several they had, all of our dogs rarely were called the same thing on a daily basis. Yet Don's family did not do the nicknaming thing!
So imagine my delight when Monday, I learned that Caleb had named his father Owl, his mother Kanga, himself Roo, Melinda's mom Piglet, her dad Rabbit, Don Pooh (because he has a honey pot, though I thought maybe it was because he has a Pooh tummy), and me Tigger! It appears he has inherited the nicknaming gene . . . I can't wait to see where it takes him!!
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