The following is an approximate transcript of a deep conversation I had with my nephew tonight on the phone. (To preserve confidentiality, the name has been changed.)
Michael: Aunt Anny, you're a pickle brain! [giggle, giggle]
Anny: You're a tuna-fish head!
Michael: You're a stinky foot! [chortle, chortle]
Anny: You're a pudding brain!
M: You're a chicken head! [snicker, snicker]
A: You're a cream of mushroom soup brain!
M: You're a peanut butter brain! [chuckle, chuckle]
A: You're a ramen noodle head!
M: You're a stinky elbow! [laugh, laugh]
A: You're a . . . uh, uh . . . uh [at a loss for words]
M: (whispers in grave seriousness) Aunt Anny, let's keep our names for each other a secret.
A: O.k.
M: (whispers) It'll be part of our special friendship.
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4 comments:
Too funny!
That "Michael", what a clever pup! I want in on this special friendship too.
I would have been at a loss for words after the first 2 "nick-names". (Well, a loss for apropriate-for-a-6-year-old words anyhow!)
:) Thanks for sharing!
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