The Real Name
It occured to me recently that I rarely call my children by their carefully selected birth names. The proof, as they say, is in the pudding, and the pudding in this case is my son:
Me: Boy, do you know what the baby’s real name is?
Boy: Becca Boo’s real name?
Me: Yes.
Boy: I know Becca Boo’s bear name. Becca Boo’s bear name is Boo Boo Bear.
Me: Yes, but what’s her real name.
Boy: Oh, Becca Boo’s real name is Sweetie Pie.
This same boy, when asked to spell his own name, recites “B-O-Y Boy.” He’ll even sign it. I think perhaps I will write his real name on the inside of his jacket in case he gets lost. Better yet, I’ll keep them all safe at home.




Too cute.
We use a few pet names at our house too!
Mary, mom to many
I just came over to say thank you for signing up at my blog. I love your heart!!!! I can tell I would feel right at home in your home!!! Precious children. I so miss those days when I had little ones. I would still be having them if the Lord didn’t stop me. Sad for me! We have a 14 and 18 year old at home still learning to be keepers and older sons married and 9 grandchildren. Yea!!!! I can tell you must do a lot of lovin at your place! I skimmed over your blog and came to the one about college. We are getting a lot of flack about if our oldest is going to college. I am with you. Why would you protect and teach only to send them out to this Godless world. I know that the Lord will provide for them, right now it is us until He so chooses to give them a husband!
Well I could just go on and on, but I wanted you to know it will be a pleasure. I will come back with a cup of tea.
Blessings, Linda
I think “Sweetie Pie” is a perfectly dignified real name. *grin*