I taught preschool for a few years. Did you know this? No? I did. It was the year I switched from Elementary Ed and went for Computer Science. That’s how profound the experience was for me. P.R.O.F.O.U.N.D.
Anyway, so I had this kid in my class, this really cute little guy named Evan. Evan was 4 years old when we met. He had a tremendous crush on me. “Miss Leslliieee” he’d say, “I made you a necklace!” He once told his parents he was going to marry me. “No, son,” his dad said, “She doesn’t make enough money.” I loved his parents.
He was the kind of kid everyone wants to have in their class, the kind of kid everyone wants to be friends with and the kind of kid that would befriend the shyest girl in the class because she was always alone on the playground. The guy was a hero. His parents called him “Big E” because he was. He was a big little guy.
I always wanted to call my son Big ___. But instead, we had a “baby O”. Because? Big “O” just didn’t sound right.
Not that we don’t call our children completely innapropriate names out in public. There’s Doodiehead, pooper, stinker. Doodiehead is one of those things that flew out of my mouth one day and kept flying out of my mouth for three years.
We also use Sweetie, Buddy, Lil’ Man.
But my personal favorite? “MAN BABY!” It’s not “man baby” like a baby man, but more like MAN BABY! Just, exactly, like how you say “PIGS IN SPAACCEEE”. Try it out loud, go ahead, we won’t judge: MANN BABBYYY.
Cute, isn’t he?
So what names do you call your children? Aside from the ones when you’re at The Limit, of course. I think those are universal. Or is that just us? It’s just us, isn’t it?
(God I miss this show!)
(Piggssss Innnnn Spppaccceeeee)
(That’s just for her)
*Thanks to Christine for the awesome hat!!