Everyone has a nickname or at least a name that they get called even if it is not one they have chosen for themselves.
I was recently emailing a friend and had a laugh. I have always emailed her and call her slapper every time. I can't for the life of me recall how she got that name. All I know is that everyone called her that when we worked together and it stuck. In return she called me buggerlugs this week and I had a chuckle to myself remembering (surprised me too) that when I was little I used to get called the same thing. Now thinking about it more I got called a lot of lil nicknames growing up. None of which I ever picked for myself.
These days the most common nickname I get is one more not one that I would have chosen for myself. It does however make for a good punishment. Before I tell you what it is I will tell you my recollection of how it came about (I am pretty sure that my sister will tell it differently).
When my sister was pregnant with her first child she asked what everyone wanted to be called. My parents are nan and pop. My brother was happy with just being an uncle. I on the other hand didn't want to be called aunty. (I have never been a fan of the word or the term. I don't know why, it just didn't sound right to my ears). I was given 9 months to work out what I wanted to be called or my sister was going to decide for me. In her eyes it wasn't respectful enough for me to just be called by my first name. At the time it didn't seem like such a hard thing to work out, but it turns out it wasn't as easy as I thought.
When my sister was pregnant with her first child she asked what everyone wanted to be called. My parents are nan and pop. My brother was happy with just being an uncle. I on the other hand didn't want to be called aunty. (I have never been a fan of the word or the term. I don't know why, it just didn't sound right to my ears). I was given 9 months to work out what I wanted to be called or my sister was going to decide for me. In her eyes it wasn't respectful enough for me to just be called by my first name. At the time it didn't seem like such a hard thing to work out, but it turns out it wasn't as easy as I thought.
9 months passed and so did my deadline. It wasn't until my oldest nephew started to talk that I realised that my nephew was learning to call me moo moo! Not exactly what I had in mind when I said that I didn't want to be called aunty.
Now another nephew is on the scene and between the two I have lucked out and frequently get called aunty moo or aunty moo moo.
I have up a long time ago trying to change their minds on what they call me. These days or kind of makes me smile. Like all nicknames though it really does encourage people to talk about it and how it came about. Part of me thinks my sister in her subtle way was calling me a cow for being difficult. Personally I don't care, it sure isn't the worst thing that I have ever been called.
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