Most families call each other little love names. My father used to (and still does) call me his punkin (not to be confused with the gourd!). My grandpa called me his sweet-pea. I call my kids by their own little nick names - each one has some sort of special meaning for them.
My daycare kids have taken this to a whole new level. It started on one of the very, very rare occasions that I treated them to McD's. Adam teasingly called my chosen son "chicken nugget" and since then it's completely taken off.
Our day will go something like this
"Hi, Chicken Nugget!"
"Hey, Mustard, do you wanna play Legos?"
"Hey, Apple Pie - come see this!"
"Wow, Frosted Flakes, that's cool!"
(except they can come up with such a variety of names, it's mind-boggling)
And it goes on and on . All. Day. Long.
But the best had to be when Adam was snuggling with me the other night. He's all warm and fresh from his bath, curled up in my lap and looks up to me and says, "I love you, Sippy Cup, as much as I love Iced Tea."
13 hours ago