For anyone who reads this blog, you probably already know that I call my little boy Bugsy. Yes, I know that has nothing to do with his name which is Matthew. It originated when he was born and Emma finally had a little brother. We started by calling him "Brother." That morphed into "Bubbers" which then morphed into "Bugsy" or any form of that such as "Bugsy Boo," "Biggetty Buggetty Boo," and "Bugsa Boosa." Now that you know the history, here is the conversation we had in the car today:
Matthew: My middow name is Bugsy!
Mommy: No, your middle name is Paul, like the prophet.
Matthew: No, my first name is Maphew and my middow name is Bugsy and that's awl my names!
I guess maybe I need to stop calling him Bugsy. But then I suppose we would have to explain that he has a last name as well. With the length of our last name, that could get difficult. :)
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I say keep calling him Bugsy and he'll figure it out soon enough, lol. My girls have all had to learn that my name is not actually "Tilly".
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