I have blogged before that I find nicknames fascinating and fun. My feelings about nicks versus propers have definitely evolved. In my earlier years I always said that I would never want my children to have nicknames. I thought their given names should be the names they were called. Why go through the stress, time and trouble of choosing the perfect name only to use a different one I thought? But, as they.....whoever they are....always say and as fate would have it, you can never say never. Alas, both my children are called nearly exclusively by their nicknames. And I have come to think there is something about a nickname that says you have arrived. So many iconic sports figures had the great nickname to complement their game. Great generals, world leaders, CEO's so often sport befitting nicknames. The beguilingly beautiful Kate Middleton now taking the world by storm has seemingly embraced a nickname. Even our newly adopted pup Audrey aka Batgirl, Wonder Woman, W is now, courtesy of our 21 month old grandson, Aubeeeeeee. She has 'dee'finitely arrived.
Yesterday, Drew and I watched new Today show cohost Savannah Guthrie proudly report on her brother's Green Mountain Boys air national guard unit. In addition to the famous nickname of their group as a whole, all the flyers had individual nicknames, some decidedly less than flattering. Let's see, there were Catfish, Pooter, and Booger.....shall I continue? My very quick son very quickly said, "Ooh, I would want Catfish." Good choice, My Little Man, considering the other alternatives.
This week at our local high school mini football camp for youth, Drew was dubbed "White Chocolate." White Chocolate..... I've had to think about that. He is definitely sweet enough is my precious boy. We are often complimented on his polite mannrs and respectful attitude. And, isn't it true that there is no nicer compliment for parents than to hear their child's manners are what they should be. But White Chocolate ? What does this mean? Fast, runny, slow, goopy? Aromatic.....Drew does have a decidedly boy odor at times. I might call it odiferous rather than aromatic. Thick.....I believe anyone who knows my super slim Drew would find that a definite misnomer. Gritty.....now there's one I hope Drew is or will be. Smooth.....he certainly can be. Melty.....I think not. They called Walter Peyton "Sweetness." Is that where Coach was headed? Are we talking here about Drew's moves or his personality or perhaps both?
Lancaster's legendary African American football coach Bennie McMurray thinks my son is White Chocolate. Wonder how he would have felt about Catfish?
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