Entry FeedHusband and I call Son One a goofball. It is sort of a nickname. We love him to bits, and he is really a wonderful kid. But he can also be a bit of a goofball (Husband sometimes calls him G.B. for short.)
Here is a list of a few of the goofball-like things Son One did today:
- Spit water on himself and the floor while trying to drink from one of the squeezable sports bottles
- Scored his first lacrosse goal (his stick was knocked, and the ball bounced ridiculously slowly right into the net)
- Spilled water on himself (blamed his father for not driving smoothly enough, and didn't speak to him for the next 40 minutes)
- Threw his baseball glove onto the roof
- Pushed his head through his pajama sleeve (note: Son One has a very, very large head)
- Fell asleep on the bedroom floor
He really is an amazing kid, but he does some really goofy things. That is the unfortunately thing about nicknames for your kids, is that they tend to live up (or live down) to them. Son One is becoming our lovable, family "goofball" just as Daughter, whom we often call "princess" is becoming demanding a bossy, like a little princess. This is why name calling is bad.
We should come up with better nicknames. My younger sister was called "Geni-ass" (Dad treated her like the family genius) while I was his "chunky-soup". He claimed it was Campbell's related, not because I wasn't skinny. Yeah, sure dad. Thanks...