From Jeremy’s earliest weeks, he earned the nickname “Wormy.” Not only does it kind-of rhyme with his name, but he was the kind of infant who would “worm” his way around the crib while he slept. The nickname stuck and will answer when called by it.
Jackson’s nickname is a little more sensible. He was a bubbly, bouncy baby, so he came to be known as “Jack Rabbit.” And like his older brother, when he hears his nickname, he comes bouncing my way.
So rewind nearly two months. Susan and Lesli were in town for Girls Weekend and for much of the time we had the boys with us. The destination now escapes me but we were in the car headed somewhere (the airport, maybe?) when the chatter died down to a silence. Jeremy seized the opportunity to announce, “Mom, if you were a yak, you’d have udders.”
My friends and I burst into a ripple of laughter. Did he really just say that? Hello, awkward reference to my anatomy.
Once I stopped laughing I agreed that, yes, if I was a yak, I would indeed have udders. For my friends, it was a lesson in “One Day Your Children Will Talk Publicly About Your Privates.” Since that day in early December, Jeremy has reiterated this point a handful of times for the sole purpose of making me laugh. (Note: it works.)
Now I don’t answer to “Hey, Yak!” and I don’t have a strong fascination with the beast, but just so WE’RE ALL CLEAR: If I were a yak…
Yeah, you know the rest.
Happy Weekend!