So, we’re eating dinner the other night and I ask the boys what they think about the names I call them on this blog: GD and MK.
GD is okay with his nickname, but MK, not so much.
“What does MK stand for again?” he asks.
“Mushroom King,” I respond.
He vehemently shakes his head. “I don’t like it.”
“But why?” I ask. “You like everything to do with Mario.”
“Yeah, I like Mario, but Mushroom King sounds like I’m a drug dealer or something. People might get the wrong idea.”
Actually, I hadn’t thought of that.
So, I’d like to officially change MK’s nickname. From now on, my youngest son will be known as Jazz. Because as my youngest son says, “Jazz is my life.” (HA! It cracks me up when he says that).
And since I’m making a change to my youngest son’s name, I should be fair and change my oldest son’s nickname, too.
Actually, I’d rather change GD’s name anyway. Every time I type GD I always think of God d*mn and it makes me uncomfortable.
So, from here on out, GD will be known as Dude. Because we’re constantly saying things like, “Dude, go brush your teeth.”
“Dude, cheer up.”
“Dude, go to bed already.”
Kevin thinks I should just call them by their real names. But I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I don’t want to do that because I don’t want someone to Google their names later in life and find something that might embarrass them or hinder them in some way.
So, Dude and Jazz it is. It fits them. 🙂
Here’s another video of Dude, Jazz, and Kevin at the dinner table. We’re doing another one of those Table Topic cards because it’s the only way we can coax the boys to talk to us.