They Call Me…

Nicknames are one of those things that can be a blessing and a curse. The rules are really pretty simple- you’re given a nickname. You have no say in the matter. You cannot give yourself a nickname.

I’ve had my fair share of nicknames over the years. Some have been better than others. I think I’ve borne them all with good humor.

Which brings me to, the lass.

In a shocking moment of creativity and inspiration, the boy came up with a nickname for his sister. Even the Wife reluctantly agreed that this was a keeper. Naturally, the boy has been delighted with himself ever since- which can mean only one thing. The nickname pisses off little sister.

Oh- she hates the nickname. She hates it with the passion that only a 3 year old can muster. Everytime she hears it, she yells at us “DON’T CALL ME THAT!!” She refuses to even acknowledge the word, let alone say it under calmer circumstances. Her reaction stands in stark contrast to the delighted smiles that come over our faces every time we utter her nickname. It’s just so much FUN to call her by that name.

So what is this wonderful word? Dare I put it into print? Would I be breaking some arcane rule of etiquette by publishing it like this?

Ah, who cares. Something like this is too good not to share.

Fudgy.