The actual Scandinavian proverb is, "A beloved child has many names," and it's always been one that's very true at our house. The Kid is "K-man" to his papa, "Man Cub" to his mama. Little Miss is "Cakes" and "Peanut butter", to the same. It's a wonder they know their real names, actually.
But our nicknaming habit has always been particularly terrible with the family dog. Sweet Maggie is....
Dame Maggie Doodle--for Sundays and Instagram hashtags.
Mags--when she's being particularly sleepy and sweet.
Muppet--when she's being a goofball.
MaeMae or Mamie--when being addressed by or around Little Miss, who doesn't quite have her "g" sound yet.
Mag-inator--that's Sweet Husband's choice, I don't really get it.
And Maggie-doo--because when you have a goldendoodle, it's the law that you have to add some form of the word "doodle" to every possible thing.
In fact, the only time she's really just plain "Maggie" is when she's in trouble. Not the best habits from an obedience point-of-view, but...well, there you go.
In other scintillating news of our creatures, the chickens have not laid any eggs yet. But Wild Bill Gecko shed his skin this morning, then promptly ate it. I didn't see, but Sweet Husband got one kinda-dark photo before the skin was consumed. Our little lizard is apparently growing up!