Speaking of big…
The Dada reminded me of the unfortunate distribution of nicknames Alice doled out when she was about 21 months old. Someone got to be heroic:
- the super hero who helps distressed tots
- faster than a speeding toddler
- able to leap small block towers in a single bound
- Dada Man!
Someone got to be… Big Mama.
And those names stuck for a very long time. As in more than a year. There is nothing like being called “Big Mama” by your sweet, well-meaning munchkin over and over and over (and over). Who do you think drew the short end of that stick?