My family loves nicknames, and my brother possesses an uncanny knack for creating them. Here are a few of his favorites:
- Eight Ball-my sister’s nickname when we were kids. None of us have a clue how he came up with this one.
- Bodeen the Gospel Queen-my nickname when I was a missionary.
- Jo Saggy Diapers for my son Josiah
- Little Bird-the name he gave Elya, my daughter, when she was a little girl. The disturbing part is that he sang the following song to her as well:
“A little bird with a yellow bill landed on my window sill. I coaxed him in with a piece of bread and then I smashed his furry head.”
Say what? I’ll never forget the look of shock on her face. She’s still trying for figure out what that song has to do with her uncle’s nickname for her.
Although my family generated most of our nicknames, others originated from people outside of our family. My husband is “Bubba” because at his sister’s wedding, a southern preacher found out he was from Texas and extended his hand with a hearty, “Well hello Bubba.”