Nicknames

In my family, nicknames are king.  The sign that we truly embraced Luis Miguel were the nicknames we gave him.  T was especially adept at this and when she heard the baby called Baby-Think-it-Over, she offered up an alternative: Baby- Keep-it-in-Your-Pants.  Less subtle, certainly, though it does get the point across.

From there, she was on a roll, calling Luis Miguel Baby-Spews-A-Lot and then iBaby.  She assigned him an Indian name as well: Squallalottamie.  I called him Slugger, since I was convinced he was headed for Latin American baseball stardom.

Luis Miguel was unfazed by all of this, which is a good thing as you won't survive Sassafras House for long if you don't like your nicknames.