Quinn, who loves to experiment with words, was doing some rhyming yesterday. He started calling me “Missy”, which we generally reserve for the girls when there is bad behavior. So perhaps I was in some trouble. He apparently needed to find a rhyme for that, so he happily settled on “Missy Pissy”. He doesn’t really know what piss or pissy means, so I didn’t reprimand him too much, but it really got me to thinking. Missy Pissy seems to suit me quite splendidly as a nickname. I feel rather pissy most of the time.





Seth said,
January 27, 2009 at 2:19 pm
Um….no comment.
amymay said,
February 6, 2009 at 4:04 pm
Aww Donia, no one deserves that nickname! My son has come up with a few of those kinds of names for me too. The most insuling one, though, is when he calls me Grandma.