Dylan,
I'm not sure what we'll be calling you by the time you're capable of reading this post, but I want you to understand that there are at least two important rules where nicknames are concerned:
1) One does not choose one's own
2) The more you protest, the more it sticks
So far, to varying degrees, we've called you by these names:
grasshopper (given by Uncle Todd and used predominantly in utero)
bug (mommy's first nickname for you)
D-Y (to remind people how to spell your name right)
D (dad's default when he's speaking to you)
d (dad's default when he's IM'ing with Uncle James about you and g)
Big D (obvious reasons)
little d (obvious reasons)
The Boy (inspired by Uncle Sam's use in reference to Anil's son Amit)
Bubba (given by Aunt Gretchen on her first visit to see you)
Bubbas (with a soft "s", an adaptation that mommy sometimes uses)
Mammas (the root of the aforementioned adaptation's pronunciation)
Nugget (from Dad, used rarely)
d-bob (from a long line of Bob's Big Boy-inspired names, inlcluding steeplebob)
pickle (used when Dad wants to reference that most obvious of nicknames which Mom has banished from use)
BoogerBoy (inspired by the tremendous amount of snot associated with the two front teeth [upper] that are just about to cut; new in the last day or so)
Dad
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
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