I grew up with the nickname of BoBo. I probably shouldn't put that out on the internet for fear that it will come up in strange places. I go by BoBo, or Bo amongst family and friends. Honestly, I kind of lucked out on my nickname. Our family's best friends also have a daughter named Jenn. Her nickname became JuJu. I win.
I think that the nickname came from being told it was "Bedtime for Bonzo" by my mom and dad. And the Bonzo evolved into BoBo. My parents loved the name so much that they named their dog after me. They insist that his name is spelled Beau. But we all know it is the same thing.
I love nicknames. I love to call people chicken or sunshine buckets or sugar booger. I think nicknames are fun. And personal. And sweet.
Michael was no exception to my love of pet names. I am surprised that he ever knew his name. He had many. I was most consistant with Boo, or Boopy or Buddy. Sometimes Boo-bear. But had been known to call him any of the following (in no particular order, other than typing them as they come to me...):
- Captain Crankypants
- Sweet Pea
- Scooter Poot
- Stinky Pete
- Mighty Mike
- Love Bug
- Love Muffin
- Michael Michael Motorcycle
- Stinker Pie Poopie Pants
- Snuggle Bunny
- Cutie Pie Butt
There are many others. The above is but a sampling. I always expected that there would be a time when he would ask me to not call him anything but Michael in front of friends ... or girlfriends.
He had not yet asked me to stop.